Monday, May 5, 2008

My Last Day is Friday

I think I made a valiant effort with my sixth hour today. I wanted to review with them some important search tips when working with databases. I also tried to help them brainstorm important world issues for their zines. Finally, I wanted to teach them the new skill of compiling an annotated bibliography.

And I kept trying to accomplish these objectives despite repeated misbehaviors by several students, whom I corrected patiently when necessary.

Everything came to a screeching halt, however, when Dylan announced his plan to secretly videotape the impending birth of my child and subsequently show stills of my private parts to the class.

“Okay,” I said, resigned. “I guess I’m done.” I sat down at my desk mid-database demonstration and went back to the huge pile of papers I need to grade before Thursday.

Later, when Dylan came over and tried to make conversation by asking, “Didn’t a horse die or something?” I still wasn’t in the mood to interact.

“I have no interest in talking to you,” I told him.

He laughed a little.

“No, really,” I said, looking down again.


Tom said...

Gotta wonder if Dylan's parents would even care if they heard he said something like that. So sad...

Speaking of happier topics, tater tots kick ass. No two ways about it. I was telling Kathryn this morning that I'd like to go to the Park Tavern and drink beer and eat tater tots. :)

abby said...

Funny, I meant to comment on the tots twitter as well. You know who has great tots? The Herkimer.

SingletrackJenny (formerly known as IronJenny) said...

Arghhh. And that kid will likely be a jerk his whole life. So sad for the other kids who maybe wanted to learn what you were teaching.