Field trip to the Lower East Side
We ate bialys. We ate pickles. We went to the Lower East Side Tenement Museum where the actress playing an immigrant teenager decided to answer interesting questions with one word answers. I think that my class now thinks that all people in 1916 were super dullards.
My class this year tends to be a little bit on the low energy side and the pouty side. To combat this, I've been playing some music in between lessons to get the kids up and dancing and having fun. We had a vote between three songs and "The Name Game" by Shirley Ellis (thank you Hot Tub Eric and Amie) won. In past years, if I played a song all of the kids would get up and dance. This year, not quite.
Of my 16 kids, 6 got up and danced. 7 sat at their desks with a too cool for school look on their faces. 3 put their heads on their desks, covered their ears with their hands, and looked like they were about to cry. Nice.
Later in the day, I said hello to a bunch of second graders as they walked by. The first six of them completely ignored me. The seventh said hello. I told her that she was the first kid in her class to actually respond to me with a hello. As she headed up the stairs I told her that her prize was that she could be the first kid ever to give me a high five through the grate of the staircase. I put my hand through in enough time to give her a five. Her response was to take the pushpin in her hand (What?) and try to stab me with it. I asked her what she was doing and she didn't respond. What the hell is going on this year? I let her teacher know about the bizarre behavior.
A child wrote all over a bookshelf in pencil. Very stream of consciousness. He wrote about his favorite video game. He wrote "School stinks." He wrote something about Einstein, I think but it was hard to tell. He also wrote the words angry and mad. His punishment was to clean the shelf and then all 16 desks in the class while the rest of the class was at recess.
The kid who tried to stab me with a pushpin left an apology (of sorts) note on my desk. It read, "Dear Mr. R sorry you thoght I was trying poke you with the pushpin I was trying to give it to you so none would step on it I'm sorry from M."
Over half of the class actually seemed happy when I played "The Monster Mash" during a break.
Listen to the Name Game.
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