Tres in NaBloPoMo*
Our school is on the block schedule. Full time teachers teach 3 90 minute blocks a day. Since I was the last hired in our department, and there is no extra classroom for me, I don't have my own classroom-I push a cart from room to room - my "mobile classroom". It's not really so bad, it just requires that I be extremely organized, which I am not, by nature. This means that I'm constantly forgetting things in the other room- CD's in the CD player, stacks of papers, videos in the VCR. I'm lucky that the rooms are all close together, so it's a matter of running next door.
Yesterday, I was about to give my 4th block class a quiz and realized I'd forgotten the quizzes. I told the kids to study for a quick minute and I'd be right back. Homecoming Queen said in a stage whisper "Ok, we won't do anything while you're gone." So, I walked a few steps into the hall, then ran back into the room to find him about to molest my cart. (molest means bother, people! Jeez!) So, I made him come with me, which he happily did. We ended up being gone a few more minutes than expected, because we saw one of the girls in our class in the hall and stopped to talk to her- she was upset about something. We walked back to the classroom, where I opened the door...
to find the big, teacher desk moved from the front of the room to right inside the doorway, the students sitting quietly, hands folded, holding back smiles.
What to do? What does the Master Teacher do in such a situation?
A. curl up in the fetal position, rock back and forth and
say "calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean"
over and over again.
C. Laugh hysterically
D. Give everyone detention
E. Go apeshit and yell and scream at them about being immature
and untrustworthy and that they need to be studying for the
Cast your votes. Then I'll tell you what I did, not being a Master Teacher, you know.
*NaBloPoMo=National Blog Posting Month