Thursday, seventh period. I started them off with an explanation of value and coloring a page to understand grayscale, and then I had them attempt to draw an eye.
Because their first project (a pattern thing) was due, I was behind on grading, and the new teacher was due to start the next week, I wasn't in the mood to collect this attempt at drawing an eye. I made the executive decision that the eye would go with all the face components in a "packet" that would be collected at a later time.
I explained this to the class. I wrote it in the directions in their Google Classrooms.
"Do I turn in my eye?"
If I had a dollar for every time a student asked me, I could take the next couple weeks off. Because, seriously? The kiddos do not listen.
I had warned them of this. I warned them that I get cranky when I give an instruction and then get asked the exact question later.
So, I stopped answering. "Could someone tell [insert student's name here] when the eye is due?"
And... There was always someone. So, some of them do listen.
But not enough.
Because I got tired of going around and collecting work from them, I acquired a turn in box where they could put all their finished work. And what did a few of them still turn in? Yup. The eye.
The joys of middle school.
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