Seventh hour has gone horribly wrong. My top honors class has found it necessary to adopt Vegas's motto.
Last week I did a mini-lesson on determining importance and showed "Seasons of Love" from Rent. The kids begged to see another song, and since we had a little extra time, and it was the end of the day, I attempted to show them one of my other favorites, "Another Day." The song that precedes this is "Out Tonight," in which Mimi is working at the strip club. Of course, that was the song that was at the beginning of the chapter, so the kids saw a good 10 seconds of Mimi working the pole before I was able to turn it off. Now, the movie is PG-13, so it's not like there was full nudity. It was like she was wearing a bikini. But still, she was working the pole and making some really inappropriate gestures. The boys kept saying, "This is the best day ever." At the very least, I have piqued their interest in musical theater.
Yesterday I had a lesson planned on persuasive techniques using commercials I'd found on YouTube. Halfway through the day, the district blocked everyone's access to YouTube, Pandora, and anything remotely fun and/or interesting. I just about had a nervous breakdown and had to scramble to find other activities for the kids. When I explained the dilemma to 7th hour, they were like, "Oh, that's easy, you just go to Air Proxy," and proceeded to demonstrate how to get to the blocked sites. They were hesitant to share this information with me until they remembered they had dirt on me, as well. We reached a mutual understanding that what happens in 7th hour stays in 7th hour.
I promised D (the girl who helped me with the computer issue) a treat for her good deed. I grabbed some Christmas chocolates for her at Walgreens last night, not really paying attention to the packaging. I just thought they were cute; it was a little net bag of chocolate presents. Her first hour teacher delivered the gift for me, so I didn't see her reaction. But when the class arrived 7th hour, they immediately started to give me a hard time. I had somehow missed the tag on the candy that was unfortunately labeled "Santa's Sack." D had removed the tag and was proudly displaying it on her ID necklace.
If anyone knew what was happening in this class, I would SO lose my job. Let's hope the kids stick to our motto.
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