Wednesday, October 9, 2019
Seventh grade science, advanced. They had a vocabulary assignment, one they could complete in about twenty minutes of focused work.
Many of the students had been in the vacant English class. Jeremy has, in fact, already made the blog. He was the crier on "Picture Day".
Jeremy is... well... he's kind of a delicate flower. He's still very much a little kid.
We were about halfway into class. Jeremy approached me. (I was still babying my ankle, so I was sitting as much as possible.) He wanted to know what to do after he finished. Although, that's not what he said.
Jeremy sputtered. He kept looking over at a student to his left. Pointing and stuttering.
I glanced over. The boy had Cool Math Games up on his Chromebook. He was actually writing on his assignment, not looking at his computer. The room was silent.
I kept my focus on Jeremy.
"Don't worry about him," I instructed.
When students ask what to do when they've finished, I tell them to work on any unfinished homework (from other classes) or read a reading book (as most English classes have some sort of reading assigned). I turn a blind eye towards appropriate games or drawing or such. Classes sometimes have downtime, and kiddos need to learn how to keep themselves occupied when this happens.
The other boy wasn't bothering anybody. He was working quietly. And once a student has finished the assigned work, my requirements have been satisfied.
Jeremy finally got his question out, turned in his work, and went back to his seat. But not before going towards the other boy...
Sigh. This is the sort of thing that turns his peers against him.
I get wanting to get everyone on task, but at some point, one has to let them be them.