A Story Which Will Not Be Interesting. I'm Sorry, but I Speak the Truth.
I hate to get repetitive, but I have yet more to say about teaching. However, my first story I can't really write down. I want to. But I can't. If you see me any time soon, ask me about the day the drug dog came to visit.
For a slight letdown, let me tell you about one of my parent teacher conferences. We were discussing times the student could make up some work, and she kept giving excuses as to why she couldn't come in before school, after school, during the morning nutrition break, and so on. I have my prep during 4th period, so I asked, "What do you have fourth period?"
Her mouth opened and shut like a clam, and she looked down, her eyes shifty. After a pause, she said, "Study hall..."
Hahahahahahaha! Cat's out of the bag now, suckah! We then decided she can make up her work during study hall.
Okay, I think this story is funnier when I tell it. I'm sorry I can't tell the better story. The story about the drugs. And the dog.
Jeez, this story sucks.
For a slight letdown, let me tell you about one of my parent teacher conferences. We were discussing times the student could make up some work, and she kept giving excuses as to why she couldn't come in before school, after school, during the morning nutrition break, and so on. I have my prep during 4th period, so I asked, "What do you have fourth period?"
Her mouth opened and shut like a clam, and she looked down, her eyes shifty. After a pause, she said, "Study hall..."
Hahahahahahaha! Cat's out of the bag now, suckah! We then decided she can make up her work during study hall.
Okay, I think this story is funnier when I tell it. I'm sorry I can't tell the better story. The story about the drugs. And the dog.
Jeez, this story sucks.