My thug crew said this enlarging was too hard, they couldn’t do it. They refused to do it. So, for the second time in 24 years of teaching, I handed out coloring books. Really. I had never seen 14 and 15 year olds who were willing to just color in a book on Egyptian art. They were perfectly content to just color inside the lines, nice and neatly. So while I worked with the rest of the class, my thug crew colored. And stopped me periodically to show me how nicely they had colored.
At least they were working. They weren’t disrupting, they weren’t fighting, they weren’t threatening other students. It was a start. At this point, I would take what I could get.
No comments:
Post a Comment