As an introduction: Winter is lame.
Now, with that out of the way, I would like to share some thoughts that I have had recently. Life has been life as usual-- which is how I always see it. If I call home, there is nothing really "newsy" that I have to say.
I teach seventh grade. It's different everyday. And just because it is different everyday, it ends up being the same. Seventh graders are strange. Really.
They will ask you questions that they already know the answer to just to ask them-- I don't know what motivates that. maybe it is just to prove that they will no longer robotically accept what the teacher says as law.
They will comment on everything-- and tell you stories that have no logical beginning or conclusion. We could be talking about racism and they will raise their hands and say how their older brother really likes to listen to country music, and that they hate it. And all you can say is... huh? Oh cool. Now, about racism...
They are bouncy. Some are preppy-bouncy: high on life or friends. Some are sport-bouncy. Some are school-bouncy-- like nothing would thrill them more than to read and write and do math. Some are anxious-bouncy. Some are I-just-can't-ever-sit-still bouncy.
And back to questions-- if you do ANYTHING, expect it to be questioned. Why are you handing out this paper? Do we have to put our name on this? Is this for points? Can I work with a partner? Do we have to write this down? Wait, what are we supposed to be doing? (Usually all of these questions have already been answered-- three times).
I have a hard believing I was like that when I was twelve.
