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Snow. In October. *blank look* Snow.
It's supposed tomorrow. Not flurries, like might see in Michigan around, say, November 15th. But total, all-out, full-blown, three to five inches of snow.
In October.
And I work tomorrow. With all the kids' college applications essays due November 1. Or maybe not, if the snow's bad enough.
Have a vignette from work:
I was in a session with a 12th grader who whinged, "Can't I read something easier?" when I assigned him Frankenstein.
"Sure!" I said.
I got up, marched across the room and fetched him Dr. Seuss.
"Yeah!" he said, and started reading it aloud. "Left foot, right foot...."
Foiled!
"Noooo!" I said. "I was kidddddinnnnng!" But he held onto the book and kept reading. Laughing, I managed to pull the book out of his hands.
And he still has to read Frankenstein. (Okay, I might relent and let him read The Three Musketeers instead.)
In October.
And I work tomorrow. With all the kids' college applications essays due November 1. Or maybe not, if the snow's bad enough.
Have a vignette from work:
I was in a session with a 12th grader who whinged, "Can't I read something easier?" when I assigned him Frankenstein.
"Sure!" I said.
I got up, marched across the room and fetched him Dr. Seuss.
"Yeah!" he said, and started reading it aloud. "Left foot, right foot...."
Foiled!
"Noooo!" I said. "I was kidddddinnnnng!" But he held onto the book and kept reading. Laughing, I managed to pull the book out of his hands.
And he still has to read Frankenstein. (Okay, I might relent and let him read The Three Musketeers instead.)