Today I managed to make what should have been an engaging and fun class tense and boring. I don't know how I do it, but when I was helping a student from Honduras pronounce beach correctly, I realized that some students may think the word she was saying could apply to me, what with my seating section for the late arrivals and my insistence that they listen to presenters instead of working on their own presentations as they should have done at home. (My Polish student--funny and bright and the only one who knew about Agent Orange--was rummaging through my file for a map of Poland, which was filed under P for Poland.)
On a more positive note, I noticed the guy with a recycling bin and asked him about separating compost from recycling from garbage, and he answered with great passion and said he'd be willing to come speak to my students. He wrote Keith Recycle and gave me his telephone number.
I'm looking forward to the three-day weekend, when I hope to catch up with last month. Tomorrow I'm going to let the students reading Chew On This take a test in groups, and then I'm going to give them paper and prompt for their in-class writing in hopes that it really will be in-class writing this time, and now a document they prepared at home and submit at the end of the hour.
I'm such a beach.
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