Today I had to have a serious talk with my two favorite students about their mean exclusionary behavior toward the third member of their group for their group project. At the end of the talk, I told them that I wasn’t mad at them, but that I was very disappointed in their behavior because I expected more from them. One of them said,” I think it would be better if you were mad at us because it feels a lot worse for you to be disappointed in us. I’d rather you were just mad at me.”
This makes me happy not because I had to talk sternly to them, but because they care more about my opinion of them than my anger toward them. Yes! Also, one of the kids said that I made a good point in saying that group work is preparation for the real world because someday they would definitely have to work with people they don’t like. I told the student to treat it like a job and they said that approaching it like that will make it a lot easier to work together. Hopefully the rest of their project goes well!
One of my students is going to Vegas with her parents over spring break and was telling another student that it’s going to be boring since she’s only 16. The other student said, “ya, it only gets fun when you’re 21 because then you can gamble and win money.” The first student replied, “No, I’m a loser! I can’t even win at Temple Run! I’ll never gamble.”
I love it when I’ve had a feeling all my life about something and have never had the words to express it and then I just stumble across someone else’s words that so perfectly capture the feeling that I’m almost breathless. It’s as if the words are a a finger run across the wet edge of my crystal soul, making my heart sing “me too!” with how much they resonate.
(I just read something Neil Gaiman said about how when he was a kid, he admired C.S. Lewis’ use of parenthesis to speak to the reader and how it always made him want to use parentheses because of the power it gave him. Meee tooooo!)