Immediately after I rearranged the seating assignments for three excessively talkative students, another excessive talker pointed towards one of his talkative friends and asked if he could be moved “over there.”
“No, but thanks for asking,” I said quite kindly.
“Oh, you’re welcome,” he replied.
***
“Please speak into the microphone,” I said to a student who had approached my desk.
“That’s not a microphone. That’s a pencil,” she said.
“No, it’s a microphone. Talk straight into it, please.”
“I will not. It’s a pencil.”
“Okay then. What do you need?”
“I was wondering–“
“What? I can’t hear you without the microphone.”
“I WAS WONDERING–“
“I STILL CAN’T HEAR YOU. PLEASE USE THE MICROPHONE.”
***
As I was sitting at my desk and students were “walking the circle” (“It’s a square,” they keep insisting) to get their blood moving and pick up a copy of The Wind in the Willows, one student came up to me and lightly touched the top of my head.
“See, he’s not totally bald,” she said to her classmates. “He has some hair up there.”
2 Comments
Second Sister
haaa haaa . big grin. I've never been a teacher like you, but I've been with enough teenagers plus and minus in and outa the classroom to know that you got to keep em guessing, that's what I say…
Anonymous
I would've loved having a teacher like you.
sk