It happened again yesterday. In trying to explain something to my students to make it more clear I confused them into verbal anarchy. It doesn’t take much in these last days of May, especially with seniors.
The scene: after lunch class on senior skip day in the midst of analyzing a poem about the aftermath of war.
Yes-I see that nod of sympathy.
In trying to explain the speaker’s attitude, that there were tones of irony, I dropped in the expression “tongue-in-cheek.” The eight students who did show up to class (only because they could not miss any more days) pretty much lost it. I spent the next ten minutes trying to explain to a group of nearly graduated teens that the expression meant to not be totally serious, having to do something with facial expressions when a person is not telling the total truth. They were thinking of other possibilities . One student even licked another student’s cheek. Of course, this is the same student who interrupted my class to bring me a live cricket and dropped it on my desk thinking I would be amused.
*Sigh* There’s how many days until school is over?
No, that’s what teachers are saying. For students? They are in school barely. Only by sheer habit or momentum at this point. I asked one student to stay on task instead of chattering about everything except the assignment. She replied: “But it’s so hard.”
May. Mother, May I take a giant step forward to June 10th?
May we call school due to the lack of interest?
Oh, by the way–I’m switching to sophomores next year. Just saying. Correlation? What correlation?
Wait–is that being tongue in cheek?