It's gorgeous outside. I hear little (and old) kids screaming and laughing directly under my window.
If I were my students, I'd leave too.
How do we compete with the weather?
How does my lesson on writing about your name compare with piercingly bright sunshine?
And it's only March 18th.
Just wait till May. June.
Attendance in the Spring.
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Of course right after I posted I had pretty decent attendance in my 5th period Playwriting and Performance class. And to double the egg on my face, they surprised me further be legitmately working as an "ensemble" and putting together two separate interpretations of the 'dumb-show' in Hamlet.
ReplyDeleteAnd then someone took my sweater.
My dirty, stinky, "stank-ass" sweater.
At least I'm never not surprised. By anything.
And I'm surprised AGAIN.
ReplyDeleteIn my last ditch effort for my sweater, I dropped by the AC's office. A star playwriting student, Y, was in there so I asked her.
Turns out SHE took because she thought a fellow classmate left it behind!
Again, a lesson to never underestimate in my students.