Wednesday, September 26, 2018
The assignment was for six days in a high school chemistry class, the same one from last week. The teacher had left them a movie (that took us four days to get through--it was a crazy schedule week). After the movie, they had a three paragraph "report" to write.
(The writing was tangentially related to the movie which was tangentially related to chemistry, so I won't bore you with assignment details.)
Upon completion of the writing assignment, they were to staple their writing to the prompt and turn it in. There were two staplers left out for the students to use.
They all went for the red one. So much so that students on the side of the automatic stapler would wait for the student using the red one to finish before stapling.
Turns out, they weren't sure what to make of the automatic stapler. I know this because I started offering it to them.
"That's a stapler too."
Every single person who tried it needed me to explain how to get it to work. Some tried to press the top down. And when the staple slammed home (it's loud), half of them jumped. Most of them looked like they were never getting anywhere near that stapler again.
However, a few thought it was cool. A couple boys (it's always the boys) started taking up others' papers so they could do it again. This was more of the reaction I was expecting.
Ah well. At least I exposed them to the thing. Perhaps next time they have to staple something, they'll be braver.