Law of Gravity

Sometimes, I really feel how long I've been subbing. Friday. I was covering the ASB class. They spent the period painting posters for an upcoming rally. Sarah walked in. She wasn't in fourth period, but she had gotten permission from her fourth period teacher to go to her ASB class. I recognized the teacher's name. She teaches AP statistics. The AP statistics test has already happened, so that class is done for the year, hence the reason why Sarah could leave class without missing anything. As the kiddos painted (and they got a lot done that period), they talked. Sarah is graduating, and she's going to attend ASU in the fall. Her twin brother is going somewhere back east. (He's the ASB president for the school and was also in this class.) I remembered where and when I had first encountered Sarah. It made the blog. It was summer school. Health class for students who hadn't taken health during the school year. She made that silly PowerPoint.  (You remember the o...

ASB (read: student leadership). I was supposed to cover three days, but I got pulled for one of them. They were "working in committees", which meant they were treating the time as free. (They were going to be graded on what they had accomplished when the teacher returned, so if they weren't done, they'll regret not doing anything then.) Second period, talk turned to prom. They were debating the merits of a party bus over a limo. (Apparently driving oneself is not done.) "The party bus was so fire," the girl said. Apparently her friend's family owns one (the company?). Then the talk was on where to go eat before. Certain places were "fire" while others weren't. Yup. Fire. That was the word they kept using. And through context, I was able to figure out that "fire" means good. Really good. Probably what my generation would have called "rad" or "awesome". Consider yourself up on the current lingo 😉