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this afternoon, planning for the door-decorating contest. someone suggests a Hall of Fame (African-American heroes, etc.).
"You should put me in the Hall of Fame," says Teapot Boy. "Hang me up in the hallway. I belong in the Hall of Fame."
My classroom-dynamic-observing side points out the distance this implies between Teapot Boy and the rest of the class. While I'm still processing this, though, A. Major calls out "Teapot Boy, you mess this up and you'll be black history!"
i love A. Major.
"You should put me in the Hall of Fame," says Teapot Boy. "Hang me up in the hallway. I belong in the Hall of Fame."
My classroom-dynamic-observing side points out the distance this implies between Teapot Boy and the rest of the class. While I'm still processing this, though, A. Major calls out "Teapot Boy, you mess this up and you'll be black history!"
i love A. Major.