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Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Mooooo...

If anyone wonders what gets a teacher through the day when there's eight days left in the school year, well, hereyago...

I spent two days explaining the essay, and they spent two days talking over me. Today, when their rough draft was due, I had a line four deep at my desk, asking me how to do the essay. I explained it to one kid, and the next kid said, "Yeah--tell me what you told him." I seriously thought about carving his spleen with a pair of paste scissors. The next kid in line had a rough draft in which he indicated that the minister in "The Minister's Black Veil" was shrouded from the rest of the world by his abnormally long hair, and I thought seriously about carving out MY spleen with a pair of paste scissors.

And then it happened--the thing that saved my life.

Ten minutes before the bell, the last kid I helped walked up to me with an open book and said, "So, Ms. Lane... I wanted to do my essay on "The Minister's Black Veal"--Is that okay?"

I looked at the kid blankly and said, "Mooooooooooooooooooo..."

Then I put my head on the desk and laughed until the bell rang.

And that's why we all got to keep our spleens.

4 comments:

KnitTech said...

Veil. Veal. Same thing.

Bells said...

Veal? Veal?? VEAL???

Donna Lee said...

Maybe the minister has a black cow? Who are we to judge the kid's creativity?

Roxie said...

When administering GED tests I have smaller groups, and they're all quiet, and they STILL can't pick up all the instructions, even though they are written down and read out loud. Swear-ta-dog, I sometimes want to scream, "I've been explaining this to you guys for years and you STILL can't get it right!"

On the other hand, I need to be coached through a new procedure two or three times before I get it down. If the IT people would only give ME written instructions, I'd be golden!