October 31, 2009 - 5:30 p.m.
'Richard Sucks Dick'
in permanent marker on the back of his hoodie.
It only gets better
Myles is in England on a vacation. his mother sends us a note saying, 'please send extra work so he doesn't get further behind than he already is'.
We've never suggested he was behind.... not more than anyone else... and maybe this can help explain why he is terrified that his mother will see his printing and say it looks like a two year old's.
Richard is smitten with Lisa (he's the third in a line of boys to 'date' her in the two weeks she's been in class).
She ties her shirts in a knot at the back and pretends she thinks it's fashion and not just a desperate attempt to get more eyes on her.
She writes in her journal 'my life sucks' and pretends to black out and come back to... 'woah, what just happened?'
She lies down in class and refuses to get up. She spends lunch in the office and is back at it again the next day. We've had the... 'respect for yourself' talk and are trying to slow down her slow burn through all the boys in the class.
But we have noticed that Josh is much happier. Happy.
No more fetal position tantrums.
Tawni has started to sharpen her claws, with rank and power up for grabs she tried to offset Lisa's dominance by asking out Myles, who said no, then hissing "MYLES.. stop staring at me".
He's not, but you sure want him to. And everyone else.
We made masks and it seemed like the first time she felt good at something. What a change in her behaviour.
Except for her 'Dick sucks dick' graffiti, we're on the right track.
Labyrinth, Willow, The Dark Crystal
tricking them into learning about genre, character and plot
Nick can't keep his negative, plot spoiling comments to himself.
Dennie can't keep his mouth shut either...
after the chair incident, the hall incident and him coming back into the class only to hit Mitchell in the back of the head with a binder... he thought the perfect third act would be to say (right behind me)
'Excuse me Miss ... Can I have permission to fuck your mother?'
I've never heard a pin drop in that class until that moment.
Then after a fit of tears in front of the principal and a one day suspension, without apologies he was back in class ... so it was my pleasure to escort him back to the office two days later after he punched Steven in the chest.
By Friday I needed to take a walking lap of the second floor and grab a coffee, because mid week I am already ready for a weekend.
