Classic Literature

Lawrence is a black Napoleon Dynamite. He never makes eye contact, or even lifts his head, and walks as if every muscle in his body is tensed. During a reading lesson, I was explaining the homework for the night. Each student was to read something of his or her choice, and then write a response to their reading. Each student needed to write his or her favorite part and a question about what they read:

Lawrence: "Miss H, I do not like to read."

Miss H: "Well, Lawrence you can read anything you want. What are you interested in?"

Lawrence: "I am not interested in anything."

Miss H: "Alright, Lawrence. Just read something....a magazine, a cereal box, a newspaper article, anything."

The next day, this is what Lawrence's homework read:

Title: The Cereal Box

1) My favorite part was the crossword puzzle on the back.

2) My question is why are there so many numbers on the cereal box?

Well, at least he did his homework.

Picture Day

My alarm did not go off on Picture Day. I woke up ten minutes before students start walking into my classroom. After throwing on wrinkled clothes, swallowing some mouthwash, and speeding the whole way to school, I was obviously disheveled. Mario, one of my most frequent flyers to the principal's office, walked up to my desk:

"Ummm, Miss H, are you going to touch up your makeup? We don't want you looking all 'morning-ish' for the picture." Appreciate it, Mario.