My eighth grade was so mad today. GRrrrr... They were mad. I made them write a paragraph describing their favorite character from "The Treasure of Lemon Brown." How could I? What the hockey sticks am I thinking? How could I?
I swear to God. I got a couple of evil eyes.
Some ninth graders walked by and heard their belly-aching.
I smiled at one and said; "They thought they were going to have my class without writing journals."
"Yeah... that'll be the day." She laughed. "We have to write journals in ninth grade too."
It's like we think their thoughts are important or something.