(No more links back. I promise. If you're coming in to this late, just scroll back for the last two weeks. You'll get the idea.)
The algebra classes were starting to get a little squirrely, so rather than let that continue, I decided to separate the little groups that were forming. I redid the seating chart. In alphabetical order.
They hated it. So, score! Bonus points: the alphabetical seating chart managed to separate the little groups very nicely.
|View of the classroom, without students|
Day 1, I heard a bit of a commotion coming from the back of the room. Jake. He was throwing (or mock throwing) paper at a neighbor. And suddenly he was talking when he shouldn't have been talking. Playing around.
I warned him. I told him that if he couldn't handle sitting in the back, there were eight other students who would be more than willing to give up their seats to switch with him.
The next day he did it again. I knew just who to switch his seat with.
He was not pleased. "I'll be good." Yeah, after getting a couple warnings, now you'll be good? I don't think so.
Back in the front, he was more wiggly. But now I could keep a better eye on him.
The girl who switched places with him? Turns out she and the girl now sitting next to her have a lot in common. That they can't stop talking about. During a test.