Wednesday, March 2, 2016
12th grade English. We were in the computer lab so they could type up their essays.
I did my usual walk around. Students quickly got off basketball games, music videos, and email accounts. Diego, however, stubbornly remained on a local community college's website.
"You could at least make a pretense of doing the assignment."
After defining pretense for him, I waited for him to get on task. But it wasn't happening. Diego explained he wasn't going to do it. He didn't care about his grade. Didn't care if he graduated.
Rather than argue all period, I walked away. (And wrote down his name.)
Halfway through the period I did another walk around. (Well, it wasn't the only other one I did...) Diego was on his phone now.
I looked over his shoulder.
He was typing his essay. On his phone.
He spent all that time and energy arguing with me about doing his assignment only to turn around and surreptitiously do his assignment? Someone please explain this to me.
So, I asked him. Typing his essay on his phone? He admitted to it.
And I walked away. Because he was on task. And I had no idea what else to say.