The News From Room 405
As promised, here are the happenings on Danny's class:
from yesterday:
mr. c: anderson, you're pouting again
anderson: no, i'm not...
mr. c: you are, but my question is why...
anderson: mr. carlson you never let me pout..you be actin' like it's bad or something
mr. c: (look at him, befuddled, don't really say anything)
anderson (a look on his face like "ahh ha, i've got it): why would they have invented pouting if people weren't supposed to do it?
maybe he's right, now if i could only figure out who they are.
previous:
1
mr. c: alexis, how's the writing coming?
alexis: good
mr. c: what are you thinkin' about for that first paragraph after your intro?
alexis: (social justice issue for paper is how discrimination is unfair) i think i want to talk about how discrimination doesn't just happen at school...it happens at people's work, in the street, people's houses, etc.
mr. c: okay, that sounds excellent. yeah, i think even talkin' about how discrimination happens in unexpected places, like church for example, would be especially interesting
alexis: mr. carlson (with an 11 year-old condescending look on his face) there isn't discrimination at church-that's god's house, he would never let that happen.
2
fatima: (after hearing a boy classmate burp, shakes her head in disgust, rolls her eyes and says) uugghh, that's so unappropriate...
3
mr. c: durice, get up off the floor (durice is dancing)
durice: ooooohhh, mr. carlson i'm so-sooor- soorrryy (relentlessly trying to apologize)
mr. c: show me you're sorry by not being disruptive
durice: (head down) i don't know what it is "i just get lost in the moment"
4
mr. c: isaiah, what are you learning about poverty?
isaiah: eeh, not much.
mr. c: what do you mean not much? what does poverty mean?
isaiah: eeeh, to not have money...
(10 minutes later)
isaiah: mr. carlson, mr. carlson (frantically waiving his hand in the air) quick come over
mr. c: what's up
isaiah: ((pointing to a statistic he had found, looks up at me with the B-I-G-G-E-S-T smile on his face (he has the widest smile, with the biggest, brightest white teeth)) and says..."i learned that i'm in poverty"
this last one is hard to explain, but it was hard not to chuckle a bit after a cute little african american boy looks you straight in the face, with a sort of proud grin, and proudly boasts "i'm in poverty." gulp.
from yesterday:
mr. c: anderson, you're pouting again
anderson: no, i'm not...
mr. c: you are, but my question is why...
anderson: mr. carlson you never let me pout..you be actin' like it's bad or something
mr. c: (look at him, befuddled, don't really say anything)
anderson (a look on his face like "ahh ha, i've got it): why would they have invented pouting if people weren't supposed to do it?
maybe he's right, now if i could only figure out who they are.
previous:
1
mr. c: alexis, how's the writing coming?
alexis: good
mr. c: what are you thinkin' about for that first paragraph after your intro?
alexis: (social justice issue for paper is how discrimination is unfair) i think i want to talk about how discrimination doesn't just happen at school...it happens at people's work, in the street, people's houses, etc.
mr. c: okay, that sounds excellent. yeah, i think even talkin' about how discrimination happens in unexpected places, like church for example, would be especially interesting
alexis: mr. carlson (with an 11 year-old condescending look on his face) there isn't discrimination at church-that's god's house, he would never let that happen.
2
fatima: (after hearing a boy classmate burp, shakes her head in disgust, rolls her eyes and says) uugghh, that's so unappropriate...
3
mr. c: durice, get up off the floor (durice is dancing)
durice: ooooohhh, mr. carlson i'm so-sooor- soorrryy (relentlessly trying to apologize)
mr. c: show me you're sorry by not being disruptive
durice: (head down) i don't know what it is "i just get lost in the moment"
4
mr. c: isaiah, what are you learning about poverty?
isaiah: eeh, not much.
mr. c: what do you mean not much? what does poverty mean?
isaiah: eeeh, to not have money...
(10 minutes later)
isaiah: mr. carlson, mr. carlson (frantically waiving his hand in the air) quick come over
mr. c: what's up
isaiah: ((pointing to a statistic he had found, looks up at me with the B-I-G-G-E-S-T smile on his face (he has the widest smile, with the biggest, brightest white teeth)) and says..."i learned that i'm in poverty"
this last one is hard to explain, but it was hard not to chuckle a bit after a cute little african american boy looks you straight in the face, with a sort of proud grin, and proudly boasts "i'm in poverty." gulp.