For your viewing (reading?) pleasure, two 115 anecdotes.
On Friday (Was it Friday that this happened? Have I already told you this story? Hmm.) On Friday, I needed five minutes to finish my lesson plan. The problem was class had already started. So I decided we were doing a rushwrite. On Christmas. A rushwrite on Christmas. When I wrote it on the board, they (they being my students) all just stared at me. I stared back. Finally someone asked if I was serious. Of course I was serious. I'm always serious. Most of the time. But that day, I was serious. I wanted to hear from them about Christmas. And if they didn't feel like writing about Christmas, they were going to march out to the quad, join hands around the Christmas tree, and sing the "Yah-Who-Dor-Ay" (who knows how to spell that?) from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. Deem.
Today I was boring. Well, not boring. Just not exciting. I think my students respect me and all that jazz, so they don't mind when I'm a little off. Today, however, was an exception to every rule. (Which makes it grammar. . .) I was chatting away when I realized that most of the class was looking at the window with expressions ranging from joy to pain on their faces. The pain I'm used to, but the joy threw me. So I joined them in looking out the window. It was snowing. At 9:15 a.m. And it hasn't stopped. Yah-Who-Dor-Ay indeed.
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I probably had the same sort of varied expression on my face when I looked out my window at 9:15 am. Except I watched it snow all day and realized I didn't want to drive home in it. Sick. Needless to say I didn't make it to class last night.
I make a point of being boring at least once a week. Dont want to raise expectations too much...
Nice jab at grammar. That's what I always say: grammar, kick it while it's down.
Glad to see another post from you. I love your stuff. :) And, I think the snow's kind of romantic. It's fun, anyway... sometimes...
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