Friday, January 8, 2016
It was two days before their winter break. I had an 8th grade English class (with Blaine!). And they were... well... kind of how you'd expect.
The period started. I had just gotten them settled enough to explain the assignment. As I began explaining about the story they were about to hear, a voice from the side of the classroom announced:
"How many of you like Kool-Aid?"
Half the class raised their hands.
I glared at the boy. Abraham. Why? Where had that...?
I just about got them settled again when Abraham asked another question.
I growled at him. That's when I noticed he wasn't in his assigned seat.
First I told him to get to his proper seat. Then I had to explain the inappropriateness of shouting out non-sequitur questions while I was trying to get class started.
8th graders. *shakes head*