War Is Hell...Wait, I Feel Like Someone Already Said That (Even Though He Wasn't In Public Education. Does It Still Count?)
In what can only be termed a Hostage Crisis Of Horrific Proportions, I AM STILL IN SCHOOL. Certainly, this is a massive and terrible breach of the Geneva Convention (specifically, the third), and I feel much put-upon, at the very least. Why am I being punished this way? What have I done to deserve this?
AND I STILL HAVE FINALS NEXT WEEK! WILL IT NEVER END?
Today, the following scene occurred in my room as I manned the SmartBoard and staunchly explicated the infinitive phrase to a roomful of long-suffering sophomore honors students who are just as strung-out on this Marathon School Year as I am.
Mrs. D.: Okay, so! That's the last of the verbal phrases. Go grab the green book and let's---
Selena:(sassy Latina girl, interrupts) Miss D.! How much more grammar?
Mrs. D.:(pointedly, in an attempt to clarify) What kind of question is that, Selena? Can you be more specific? Can you, say, add a verb?
Selena: (pauses, thinks, tries again) I mean, will we be taking more notes tomorrow?
Mrs. D.: Yes. We have one more phrase to cover, the appositive. It's not a verbal, but it completes our study of phrases. Then that's it. As far as grammar next year, I'm not sure how much you do in junior honors, but--
Selena:(interrupts) We didn't do no grammar last year in Miss Addison's class!
Mrs. D.: That's any grammar. You didn't do any grammar.
Selena: (resolutely nods head) That's how you know!
And, just for fun, here are some more student vocabulary sentences. These come from my colleague Melanie, who teaches junior regs:
By you blasting that music, you are disquieting.
When I wrestled, I had two gain ten ponds, but I went over, so I was offset.
My shirt was susceptible when I tried it on.
It was hard for the slaves to inevitable for what they were going through.