I try to make my math class applicable to life....even if it's mainly my life. I took a picture of the fence and required the kids to label which parts should be parallel to the ground and which should be perpendicular.
I did not have them comment on the sad state of the actual fence.
I'm grading and looking through a lot more papers than I used to. I dropped some papers in front of Loki for a picture op.
He tried to eat someone's homework.
I showed the pictures in class. "If you're the lucky winner, there will be bite marks in the upper corner of your paper."
"I don't have more pictures, because I had to drop the phone and get the paper back."
I made sure to write comments on everyone's paper to establish that I do read what they write. I got snarky on some, and if the kids showed a little personality on theirs...
...then I played right along.
I wanted to write, "You have low standards," but decided against sarcasm.
I showed Carrie the picture I took, and she was insistent I needed to find the paper and add a comma.
I replied that I was math teacher, not an English teacher.
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