
To start class today, I handed out progress reports (yes, upside down) for yesterday’s work, or should I say lack of work. The grades were as follows: 1 A, 3 B’s, 9 C’s, 9 D’s, and 14 F’s. The comments were priceless.
The Late Bird: Miss, if I am doing so bad, why is it called a progress report? Me: You made 32% on the pretest; therefore, 44% is progress.
The Teacher’s Pet: I have an A (repeatedly in a sing-song manner).
The Ginger: How did I get an F on the essay? Me: A sentence is not an essay.
The Drooler: I have 70%. You can call me The Doer now.
The Hooker: Dammmmmmmmmmn, Miss, I never had a B in English before.
The Cross Dresser: All this typing is chipping my nail polish.
At this point, I shushed everyone and pointed to the white board where I wrote the following note:
TO DO: ALL THE WORK.
Day 2 of 14: Check.