Law of Gravity

The other day as I was clearing out some old papers, I found some blog posts that I'd never posted. I wrote them down with the intent of putting them on the blog, but then... I suppose something more interesting happened that week. That's my only guess.  I remember being very annoyed with this boy. But somehow the act of writing this out dispelled much of my anger. I can't tell you when this happened, but it was at least two years ago.  "Remember me? I was in the first class you ever subbed." Me: "Really? You were in the 11th grade history class at [different high school] in [different city which is two hours away]?" "No, I was in the first class you subbed here." I made some joke about how he'd been in high school an awfully long time. I've been subbing a while. At least since before he was in school. The first class I ever subbed at his school... There are teachers teaching at his school that were students in classes I covered. (Truth...

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 😉

Ninth grade special ed English class. They were doing a lesson on comparative and superlative adjectives . The instructional aide warned me that fifth period was a bit challenging. Freshman boys? That's kind of like warning me I'll get wet when it's raining. Liam did all the usual delay tactics. No pencil. No paper. Not sure what to do. Then the assurance he was brilliant and could complete the whole assignment with minimal effort. Although, when Liam finally did do some work (I was shocked), he did breeze through the first two sets of questions. (I did not check his work, so it might have been sloppily and incompletely done.) The third set of questions had words he was to put in a sentence. Number one was "funny". I didn't much care what his sentences were, but he felt the need to announce them. (Notably, no other boys in the class felt this need.) Then he got to number three. "Longer". Liam: "Mine is longer than everyone's, especially Car...