Work is crazy busy. The students are in the middle of a writing project. Yesterday during recess I had no less than two students talking to me at the same time with three on deck the entire 15 minutes. It sounded something like this.
Joe: I only have half my paper printed for writer’s workshop today but I think I should get full credit because my printer stopped working in the middle of printing it out.
Me taking the paper and looking it over. Interesting how the ink looks perfect, and it stops right after a paragraph in the middle of a page. You’ll only get credit for how much you brought to class today for peer conferences.
Steve: I wrote my draft Miss.
Me: That’s great Steve.
Joe: But Miss, excuse me, but you don’t understand, it was like a technological flaw and not my fault. I think I should get full credit.
Me: Why didn’t you bring it on your jump drive and print it here? You always have a jump drive.
Steve: I printed it and brought it on time. Look!
Me: That is awesome Steve. I think this may be your first time on time. Hang onto it, today is for peer conferences. Bring it after school to tutorial if you want me to read it.
Joe: Miss Pseudo, maybe I didn’t explain it right, you see…
Me: Joe. The grade today is called “draft on time.” It’s not a big grade. But if I give you full credit for half a draft, every student with their draft half done will chime in and tell me they have printer issues.
Kurt: Miss Pseudo…
Darren and Chelsea walking in: MISS! Did we have homework? What’s due today?
Me: If you don’t know, too late already.
Joe: Miss, I really must not be explaining myself well or I think you would appreciate my situation here...
Kurt: Miss… PLEASE. I need a pass to the health room...
Me: What’s wrong with you?
Kurt: I feel like I’m going to barf, right now, like on everything.
I wrote him a health pass quickly. Kurt never has his homework on time and there is a good chance the barfing was a ruse, but who wants to take chances on something like that.
Plus, I think I could have gotten in trouble if I asked him to direct his spewage at Joe. Or Joe's half written paper.
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