My boyfriend's back and you're gonna get a trouble...
So I bombed today. I came up with a plan to teach isotopes: the kids would create a comic strip as an analogy. They were to save the world from unstable atoms!
Right.
So that blew up in my face. I did it for two periods in a row, only to get exit slips that answered the question "what is an isotope?" with "protons". (By the way, isotopes are elements with different numbers of NEUTRONS in their nucleus).
For 6th period, I completely scrapped it. They're hard to handle anyway (despite their steady/sporadic improvement). Since they had lost their activity privileges the previous class period, I decided I'd try them again. While outside, they decided they couldn't handle the freedom and went crazy.
As I stood out there, the dean of discipline (with whom my students have linked me romantically) escorted one of my "favorite" students out to meet me. I was in the middle of reprimanding my students, when he approached us and said "Wow, you have a lot of my favorite students in here. I saw four of them today."
Thanks. Really, thank you LAUSD for putting the school's finest in my largest and craziest class.
Then, he went to work on them.
"Why are you giving Ms Castro a hard time? I've been watching her out here from my office with two of her classes. They were all having fun learning and you guys had to ruin it. Stand up straight and get in line."
We then shared some jokes about our good students ("Watch out for that one, she's trouble" about my only A student).
I hoped this class hadn't picked up on some of the things he said (like, "I've been watching her") as this is the group that started the rumors.
So they did eventually do the activity, but it was ruined promptly and we returned to the classroom to do some book work.
About 10 minutes into it, one of my girls got distracted and held up her folder for me to see. It stated her love for her boyfriend.
"Awww," I replied (sarcastically), "It's nice that he loves you."
My kids were surprised that I was in on their personal lives (I don't have one, so I have to live vicariously through them).
"How do you know that, Miss?"
"I see him walk her to class everday!"
"Oh, like Mr. Lopez walks you to class? Or does he walk you to your car after school?"
Damn.
Oh well, there are worse things in life than having the dean of discipline as your make believe boyfriend. Especially when he can get my kids in line at the drop of a hat.
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