The Thursday before Thanksgiving, sixth period. Creative writing.
(I saved all my subbing stories from before the break until I was at work again.)
The kiddos were supposed to be working on their "capstone" assignment. As it happened, this was NaNo, but only 18,000 words. (Wow, Wikipedia says National Novel Writing Month is no more. Very sad. The end of an era.)
Mr. C warned me the class could be talkative, but that sort of thing doesn't bother me so long as they get their work done. And so long as they aren't being crazy. If they're just chatting while working, they tend to have the most interesting conversations.
Somehow, we got on the topic of glasses.
I make no secret of the fact that my vision is terrible. I've worn contact lenses since I was 14. (The kiddos are weirded out by contacts, so I try to normalize them. I tell the glasses wearers how much easier my life is wearing them rather than wearing glasses.)
Kinsley complained that she needed glasses, but there was a holdup in getting them. She said she'd finally asked one of her teachers if she could move closer to the board so she could see. The teacher, naturally, wondered why she hadn't spoken up sooner.
However, the move ended up being a problem. She was seated next to this boy, and now the boy was sure Kinsley was into him.
She explained that she had befriended the boy, and they texted back and forth. They got along great. But the befriending did have an ulterior motive...
Kinsley was into his girlfriend.
She heard a rumor the girlfriend was bi, and she's hoping if things go south for that relationship, she can swoop in and charm the girlfriend.
I mean, as long as she isn't actively sabotaging the relationship...
After that, Kinsley and her friend in class swapped horror stories that they had written a while back. (The other girl said she wrote her story at age 11.) And gave each other feedback.
And I listened in. It's fascinating to listen to teenagers talk.
A little devious to befriend him, tho? I guess she's young and probably didn't think through the part of betraying a friend.
ReplyDeleteVery devious. Clearly she wasn't thinking this through. (Kind of the usual for this age.)
DeleteThe student who wrote the horror story at age 11 immediately interested me - there used to be a teen version of NaNoWriMo. it had been around when I was 11, I would have immediately wanted to participate in it. That girl might’ve been me who knows?
ReplyDeleteI participated in NaNoWriMo several times around 2010-2013. Then I was interest I hadn’t done anything of any of my scripts anyway. I knew that it was no more. I don’t know all the drama that surrounded it bu
Voice dictation did a bad job on my comment above. I apologize for it not being understandable.
DeleteNo, it makes (garbled) sense. I think many of us would have enjoyed NaNo when we were their age.
DeleteJust remembered, I never answered your question about our first snow the first snow date fairies this year it was November 11 sometimes it’s in October especially with climate change there’s really no reliable date anymore. But winter is definitely here. We’re having snow squalls today and is supposed to get down to about eight above zero overnight.
ReplyDeleteOctober? Really? Wow.
DeleteYes, teenagers are fascinating. Aren’t they listening into conversations while driving my teenagers around was always enlightening.
ReplyDeleteThe stuff they come up with...
DeleteWhat an interesting conversation.
ReplyDeleteAnd that's only the highlights. I left out so much (the post would have been way longer).
DeleteWow. that sounds very interesting. Eavesdropping can teach you all kinds of things.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if I'd call it eavesdropping. I make no secret that I'm listening to them.
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