Thursday, March 31, 2016
The Class Clown
8th grade math. They had a pretty simple worksheet to complete. Which I tried to tell them at the outset, but several students wouldn't let me start class.
One boy roamed the room. Another had gotten a hold of the seating chart, and he was banging it on his desk. When I tried to get him to settle, so I could, I don't know, start class or something, he explained that he wasn't right in the head. He had "issues".
And he proceeded to demonstrate those issues by overacting.
Yep. We've got ourselves a class clown.
I don't think he realizes how much he looks like an idiot. The others in the class enjoyed his antics immensely. They asked him to do impressions of various people. Their teacher. Me. (Which showed that he wasn't listening closely to what I said, for he mangled it badly.) Other teachers. His mother. His baby momma. (He's in 8th grade. 14-years-old. Let that sink in.)
He even mimicked a dinosaur. Sort of.
As the class left, one girl said something about him being trouble. I said that she shouldn't encourage his antics. She supposed so. But she said he was too entertaining.