On Friday, I decided to play Charades with my class. (It related to the book we're reading. If you haven't read The Phantom Tollbooth, you really should.) The kids were the ones to write down the things they'd act out. E. came up to the front of the room for his turn, and he drew Michael Jackson. I figured he would moonwalk or something. Instead, he walks over to another boy's chair, stands behind him, and puts his arms around him and starts pretending to... caress him. The class went nuts. I was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down my face. After the initial guesses that E. was gay, someone actually shouted out, "Michael Jackson!"
I love my class. And p.s., I'm not losing my job. It turns out the union president doesn't know what the hell she's talking about.
I love my class. And p.s., I'm not losing my job. It turns out the union president doesn't know what the hell she's talking about.
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