Yesterday, I pled desperately with my nearly-comatose first hour class to try to think of a theme of the poem I’d unwisely chosen for them to read.
After many heavy silent seconds, one fairly normal boy found it in himself to lift his head high and yell out, “POOP IN YOUR MOUTH!”
And so I decided it was safe to say I’d made a critical miscalculation in planning a unit on poetry to fill the long weeks before winter break.
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i just had pedro read this entry and he said, "Poop in your mouth? who would say that? what's she teach again? second grade???"
i thought it was funny of course. it's always funny when it happens somewhere else. later gator,l
I heard you had a difficult day. Poop in your mouth was probably the icing on that day...
Here's tomorrow...
I did have a difficult day, but actually, this comment was meant as a joke... it was a bad, joke, yes; but thank goodness it wasn't mean-spirited.
And today most of the kids got on my poetry train, so all is well.
Thanks for the sympathy nonetheless!!
(and they DO act like second-graders sometimes, for sure; but as they serve as my pest control workers -- we've caught five mice in all -- i forgive them.)
how do they catch them? (and i didn't mean to imply that they were acting like 2nd graders. peter thought you actually DID teach 2nd grade.)
Poop in your mouth. Hmm. Such poetic imagery.
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