Today a student genuinely asked while writing the date on his paper, “Ms. W, how do I write the date? I know September is a 9, what is October?”
I asked a student to step out into the hallway during 7th period so I could talk to him about his behavior…AND THEN I FORGOT HE WAS OUT THERE. For, like, the majority of the period. I literally couldn’t stop giggling once I realized my forgetfulness. It was good reflection time I guess and he thought it was funny too.
A parent complained about me to the superintendent this past week about the Edgar Allan Poe text I’ve been teaching. (The Masque of the Red Death.) I don’t think she approves of the story but the ammunition came from a harmless short film version I was going to show on Friday in class. She went running with her screencaps, her rage, and (I would assume) her bible right up to the bigwigs at the district. A bold move that managed to derail my plans by exactly two days until it was determined that her child would simply get an alternate assignment. Which, might I add, I’d have been happy to do without her going to such extremes, but alas. I showed the video today. All 150+ other children seemed to love it.
The child wrote something on Monday to the effect of, “everyone who likes this story will feel the wrath of god.” And also that Poe was satanic.
Fall break begins Friday afternoon. I desperately need it.