Wednesday, March 21, 2012
With extra activity for me:
We have a strange schedule due to the standardized testing each morning - so the test organizers created a rotating schedule for the afternoon class time slot. And, after the intense testing all week, we're supposed to do fun stuff with the classes, not the normal class work. Today, I met with my 9 AM classes (I have two short classes in the time slot, while other teachers might have one long block class).
Anyway - Advanced Art was first - I had bookbinding kits for my students, and demonstrated how to use a poster to cover the cardboard for the sketchbook cover - how to measure, fold, cut, glue, smooth, attach. Of course, then each student was sent to go around the room and pick a poster (most of the posters were free) and then begin measuring and folding for their cover. The one boy in the room asked to use the restroom, so he took the pass and left. He never showed up again - the girls all said he was in the gym, and he's the kind of kid who would do that. So we worked, we cleaned up, I sent the class on their way.
Next class showed up - I told the students they could play games on their phones or hand-helds, just not too loud - and I sent two responsible girls to the gym to find the boy from the previous class, and get my pass back. After 10 minutes, when they didn't show up, I told the class I had to go find all these kids - and locked the group in the room so no one would go in. I walked down to the gym, and met the girls outside, with my wooden handpainted pass broken in two!!! They said they got it from the gym teacher that way.
I sent them back to my room, and marched into the gym - chatted with the teacher, and found my student - walked over to him and told him he had to make me a new pass, he'd do it in class, and for every project that everyone else completed he'd get a zero until he finished the pass. (Otherwise he'd drag it out forever.) He kept protesting that HE didn't break the pass. I told him that HE was the one who went to the gym instead of the bathroom, HE was responsible for the pass, HE was the one who never brought the pass back to my room and that HE was the one who left the pass lying on the bleachers where someone broke it - so that HE had to make me a new pass.
Then I marched back to my classroom, where the girls had the music up loud and they were dancing. So I told them they had to turn down the music (lots of groans) or............
.........they could teach me to dance. Which of course brought all kinds of cheering!!!!!!! I warned them that they couldn't take photos, and if anything showed up on Facebook or youtube they'd get ten zeroes (yeah, like I'd do that) - but they believed me and the phones went down. So we practiced the various dance moves for Carnival, where you shake your tush Beyonce style (and beyond) - with the class going hysterical every time I tried a move with my not-very-curvy tush. It was very funny!
By then, of course, it was time to send them off to their buses.
So I think all of my students, with the exception of broken-pass-boy, had a fun afternoon!