Me: "Said Samuel, within 5 years the night will be as . . .
Atticus: "Day"
Me: "And baby Jesus will be born, in a land . . .
Atticus: "Called Honah Lee."
(The lyric is supposed to be "far, far away.")
Me: "Said Samuel, within 5 years the night will be as . . .
Atticus: "Day"
Me: "And baby Jesus will be born, in a land . . .
Atticus: "Called Honah Lee."
(The lyric is supposed to be "far, far away.")
Mon Dec 15 2003 11:29 Out of Control:
Yesterday, since the Atticus and Samuel were both still sick, I taught all 6 boys by myself. On our way to class, they all took off ahead of me, and as I neared our classroom, from the hallway I could hear a chant: "Fight, fight, fight, fight . . ." When I opened the door, two of the boys were throwing punches at each other, while the rest of the crowd circled the two and continued, "fight, fight, fight . . ." That took a minute to break up, leaving one of the "contendors" in tears. Then, I looked around the room, and realized that there were no chairs!! What else could go wrong? On top of that, I had brought a heaping plate of cookies (for bribes, of course--I knew I would need reinforcments). I couldn't leave the acrimonious boys together, nor could I leave the cookies, and I really needed the chairs if I hoped for any order during our hour of class time. It was like a real life application of that old riddle about how to get a chicken, a basket of eggs, and a fox across the river on a boat that could only hold two of the three per trip.
Thankfully, someone from the hall came to my aid and brought the chairs. After that, with my reign of cookies, everything went smoothly, and we actually had one of our best classes yet.