Posted by: magicalmysticalteacher on: February 9, 2010
Because he did not want to learn,
His lessons the student did spurn.
He cast sidelong looks
At all of his books—
His homework he tossed in an urn.
© 2010 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted by: magicalmysticalteacher on: February 4, 2010
I am sitting at my desk with my online grade book open. D-Boy walks behind me and peers at the monitor.
“Hey!” he yelps. “Why did you give me a C?”
“I didn’t give you anything,” I reply.
“Yeah, you did,” he says. “You’re the one with the keyboard.” (Irrefutable logic, right?)
I laugh and say, “What goes in the grade book is what you earn. If you do C work, you get a C. If you do A work, you get an A. If you don’t do any work at all, then your grade goes in the toilet.”
And somewhere in my brain the refrain of “Where Have All the Flowers Gone?” starts playing:
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
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Posted by: magicalmysticalteacher on: February 3, 2010
To save running to the copier, which is a far hike from my classroom, I write most of my quizzes on the board. I always say to my students, “Don’t waste your time copying the questions. I just need the answers.” And I always have one student who ignores me and copies the questions anyway. Unfortunately, he never fails to transcribe several words wrong.
Today’s quiz on Sing Down the Moon included this question: “What did they use the old speckled horse for?”
The kid who always writes the questions, despite my repeated injunctions not to, rendered the question this way: “What did they use the old speckled house fart?”
He even managed to supply an answer—which made no more sense than his question!
Because one picture is worth a thousand words, I’m tempted to ask him to draw an accurate representation of an old speckled house fart.