My morning started out with only three students in class. 1st period is a small class to begin with, but that was just really small. I think I ended up with four. One of the boys, the one who on Monday thought that because it was his birthday he could take a nap and do nothing, pulled some chairs together again and laid down. He then ignored me and didn't move the entire class period. Ugh. Two of the boys wanted to make something to decorate the door, so I let them take a break from the project and trace a Frankenstein on the projector. They send they were going to personalize it, and I didn't notice the marajuana leaves until after they hung it up. Yeah. It came down. These boys.
Second period the girls made some progress scripting out the Q & A about teen pregnancy. They are doing a really good job. The boys were struggling with their plans and wanted to make changes. The young man I made a deal with actually did some work today. He thinks it's really hard. He's right. Learning to be creative is just like learning any other subject. Only a few people start out being good at it. The rest of us have to learn to do it, little by little.
Ah 3rd period.The girls are so excited to give me a makeover for their project. And by makeover I mean they wanted to make me over to go clubbing. I think I toned them down a little bit by limiting what dress I would wear. However, they are determined to put some really high poof in my hair. Maybe one of them will be absent tomorrow?
4th period is always an adventure now. Remember when it was my quietest class? Yeah, one of my students said the same thing today. My "Are you going to quit?" boy had a meltdown today. He had made a prop weapon that he was going to use for their skit, which I told him he was not allowed to leave the room with. Then his friend had found the staple gun and was holding it against someone. I took it from him, removed the staples, and gave it back with the instruction that they could use it, but that if I heard it click once (just in case there was still one in there). A few minutes later, I heard it go off, saw that the first guy had it, and went and took it from him. He yelled at me, "I hate you!" and tore the prop he had made in pieces. I picked up the pieces and put them on my desk. I sent the two boys over to the library to sit in silence while the rest of us went over to the woodshop and started filming. The group that started filming had so much fun. We covered the bay door with green paper so we can later green screen in a background.
Later towards the end of 6th I saw the same young man coming down the hallway. When I saw him I asked, "You still hate me?" "No..." "Do you want to put the prop back together again tomorrow?" He seemed to have calmed down. I stood in the doorway and talked to him for a few minutes, just to ask how he was doing in general. Then one of my students came out in the hallway as well. His dad came by a few weeks ago when we had open house and gave me his number in case his son was causing any problems. He's been doing pretty well in class lately, and I meant to compliment him, so I said, "Hey, I haven't had to call your dad!" "Uh, well I'm not going to give you a reason," and he went back in the classroom. I couldn't stop laughing.
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