Kid: “What’s your Instagram name?”
Me: “What’s Instagram?”
Kid: “You don’t know what Instagram is?!”
Me: “Is it like a cracker you can make instantly?”
Kid <head in hands>: “Oh my god.”

Kid: “What’s your Instagram name?”
Me: “What’s Instagram?”
Kid: “You don’t know what Instagram is?!”
Me: “Is it like a cracker you can make instantly?”
Kid <head in hands>: “Oh my god.”

4th grade is that weird age when there is a huge range of maturity level in the class. Interaction I just witnessed…
Kid 1 (excitedly, to kid 2): “I am Harry Potter and YOU are Dumbledor! (waves imaginary wizard wand) And I’M going to cast a magic spell that freezes everyone so that no one can turn the pages in their book!”
Kid 2 (dead-eyed and deadpan): “Yeah. I don’t care.”
The only people more miserable than teachers the last night of a school vacation are the significant others of teachers.
NOTHING YOU’RE SAYING IS HELPING!!!!!!

(I love you.)
The exact moment you get so fed up with work bullshit that you TRULY stop giving a fuck will be the exact moment your principal comes and observes a lesson that goes so scarily well, she asks if you paid your students to sound so intelligent and insightful.
What. Is. Happening?!?!
It’s good to know that here in NYC, you can literally be infamous for serving feces and still receive an above-average rating.
As a teacher and giver of grades, I feel pretty confident saying that Chipotle does not deserve a B right now.
I’m just saying– when I ask my students to perform, and instead of performing, they go ahead and SHIT THEMSELVES, I do not give them a “B.”
I send them home.
And then I never look at them the same way again.
Doing reading assessments…
Me: “Ok, good job reading that story! Now can you tell me what it’s about?”
Kid: “No not really.”
Me: “Oh. Why not?”
Kid: “Well…it’s just. This really isn’t the best day of my life.”
After I posted Yes. That’s Exactly What the Beatles Were Going For., someone alerted me to the fact that the song “Blackbird” was, in fact, inspired by the civil rights movement. A quick google search during my lunch break confirmed this was true. So after lunch, I approached the kid.
Me: “So guess what? You know how this morning you said ‘Blackbird’ was about black people being free? And we said that was maybe a possibility, but that seemed a bit specific, and perhaps there was a larger theme of overcoming adversity and being brave? Well, it turns out you were exactly correct. Paul McCartney, who wrote the song, said that when he wrote the lyrics, he was inspired by the black women in the Civil Rights movement, who were fighting to be treated equally.”
Kid: “Yeah. I know.” (walks away)
Oh.
Ok.
