Thursday, March 13, 2008
Last week I taught the same Chemistry classes for a week. The kids seemed to like me pretty well, as I let them have relative freedom--I overheard one kid tell another that I'm the "only sub this class doesn't get out of control for." Certain of the kids showed their appreciation by writing down some funny things that I said, which I have taken as a compliment of the highest order. Unfortunately it's not my wisest or wittiest stuff, but until somebody takes an eraser to it, "let this be a lesson to you not to stay up late watching the CSI Miami Marathon" will be inspiring and instructing students for posterity. (They also signed it "Mr. Hand" but with a little drawing of a hand instead of my last name... I was touched)
The other day a high school girl told me: "I had a dream that I died and came back as a white girl. Can that happen?"