subtext

Tomorrow marks the end of another grading period. My students are in a panic because of their grades. The coaches are in a panic because of the football player’s grades. I am tired from their, both the coaches nd the students, constant questioning about their grades. If they would spend half as much effort during the six weeks as they do in the last few days, they would all have A’s. I feel as if I should read the “Tortoise and the Hare” to them again, and again, and again. Oh, well: it is a part of my life. We were in the computer lab today, they were working on the next piece of writing. I have let go of them now. I think I might spend a lot more time in the lab; I was able to talk to several of them about what they were writing about. And just through the talk progress was made. They still want me to read the writing immediately, but I have held strong and made them talk to me about it instead. I think I will finally learn how to do this teaching stuff about the time I stop doing it. That is part of what makes it fun.