Friday, September 16, 2016
Health class. Sixth period. It was the beginning of the period, so I was explaining the assignment. As I was doing so, I looked over as one student folded a paper airplane. And threw it.
Somehow, I managed to let him know that wasn't appropriate. I finished my instructions and let them get to work.
The boy didn't do a whole heck of a lot. Neither did most of his table. This wasn't especially note-worthy as it would be easily apparent to the teacher that those boys turned little to nothing in. (The previous day they had blatantly disregarded the "answer in complete sentences" instruction. I have a feeling I was looking at the F-table.)
And besides, I was kind of busy with Asia.
At the end of class, I held him, Asia, and a couple other students back because they failed to comply with my "be seated" instruction. I gave them a stern 30-second talking to, and then I released them.
The boy hovered for a moment.
"Are you going to put my name in the note?"
Me: "Of course."
Thanks for reminding me, kid. (Since Asia sucked all the air from the room, I had forgotten all about it.)