It was a two day assignment in the English class at the continuation high school. Thursday they were so good. On task. Making progress.
On Friday...not so much.
They were supposed to be on the computers working on their essays. Some were typing. Others (those behind) were still doing some research. But when I saw the map of California pop up...
The boy was looking for Yosemite. Why? I have no idea. He found it, and he wondered how long it would take to get there.
Well, there's an easy way to figure it out. I prompted him to open Google Maps and ask for directions from our city to Yosemite. Because that always gives an estimated time of travel. (I know I should probably just tell him to get back on task, but I like to teach them other things sometimes, too.)
Question answered, the boy did actually get back to his essay. At least, it appeared like he did.
The girl sitting next to him, however, was now on Google Maps. Looking up past places where she lived.
I had encountered Susan in class before. The other teacher explained that Susan could be easily distracted, so he made sure to isolate her a bit from the rest of the class. Then she'd be on task.
Well, Susan wasn't pleased that I was questioning her. I wasn't talking to the boy. (Because at this point he was on task and she had been off for more than ten minutes.) Why was I picking on her?
Because that's what I do. I pick on Susan. It's my reason for being.
Ah well. Perhaps Susan and I will get along the next time I see her. (Things were fine between us the last three times I saw her.)