Thursday, November 19, 2015
And yet another tale from that science class from early October. (You didn't believe me when I said these posts would take until Christmas to complete, did you?)
"What are we, in kindergarten?"
The 8th graders were not pleased that Ms. O had asked that they check out the pair of scissors they needed for their projects. All they had to do was write their names and the color of the scissors' handle. And then scratch their name off the list when they returned the scissors.
Simple enough, right?
Near the end of first period, I took the list and the box of scissors and went around the room, collecting. They replaced the scissors and crossed off their names.
"John Smith... I'm John Smith..."
And if that hadn't been red flag enough...
"Psst, John. I crossed off your name. I'm John Smith."
Have I mentioned that they're really bad at lying about their names?
The students around "John" called him Chris. And I had a semi-accurate seating chart with pictures. So I confirmed that his name was, in fact, Chris.
He hadn't done anything name-in-note worthy, so I wasn't sure why the name lie. Especially since as I was collecting scissors, I wasn't paying attention, really. I was just making sure I got a pair of scissors back and a name was crossed off. But the fact he felt the need to lie...
Yep. Name-in-note. For lying about his name.
The next day his name was on the board. He'd earned a detention. And why was explained on the board for everyone to see.