twice a week i teach english to a group of three middle school boys for an hour. for the first few lessons, they behaved like angels. we are three weeks familiar now and the behavior has begun to head downhill. they like to kick each other under the table, make faces trying to evoke laughter, steal each others' erasers.... they try to execute their misbehaviors on the sly, but i am merciless. today i confronted them in the middle of our lesson. "i feel like i'm babysitting," i said in the most serious of tones. they froze, eyes shocked and wide. the most vocal of the boys said, "babies?" i nodded, "yeah, babies." wow. it was like magic. suddenly the angels were back.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
babies?
twice a week i teach english to a group of three middle school boys for an hour. for the first few lessons, they behaved like angels. we are three weeks familiar now and the behavior has begun to head downhill. they like to kick each other under the table, make faces trying to evoke laughter, steal each others' erasers.... they try to execute their misbehaviors on the sly, but i am merciless. today i confronted them in the middle of our lesson. "i feel like i'm babysitting," i said in the most serious of tones. they froze, eyes shocked and wide. the most vocal of the boys said, "babies?" i nodded, "yeah, babies." wow. it was like magic. suddenly the angels were back.
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how precious!
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