Just as soon as I finished up the ceramics assignment (Mr. P is back at work--yeah, I think it's fast, too), I was back at the continuation high school.
It was a chaotic day as their ASB was building a haunted house in the middle of campus (for a Halloween carnival they were doing--keep in mind, this was last week), and every student wanted to go out and "help". And the counselor was calling out various seniors for some test they had to take.
It is on this day that a staffer from the state assembly was on campus looking for applicants for the young legislators program.
This group was not all that interested. I could tell. I was in their faces to stay quiet and respectful as he spoke. (There are some on that campus that would totally have been into this. Unfortunately, none were in my class at the time.)
At the end of his presentation, he asked if any of them would like an application. I was shocked that five of them raised their hands.
He left, and the class went back to playing Krunker and generally ignoring their assignment. (I had already fought that fight, going up to each of them in turn and urging them to do something.)
The period ended right before lunch. They left at the bell, leaving behind those applications. All of them.
Now, that they weren't interested didn't shock me. What shocked me was that they bothered to get an application, and then they left them behind. Why ask for an application if they weren't going to bother to take it with them?
I suppose they saw the essay requirement on the back and figured it was too hard. Sigh. (I know that many teachers on that campus would have gladly helped them put something together if they had asked. As I would have, if asked.)
