The other day Miss G. was handing back essays. "Sophomores, please define the word stuff."
Silence. A cricket chirped somewhere.
"Then please eliminate it from your vocabulary. 'Johnny went to learn about life 'n' stuff.' NO."
Also, one time she was lecturing on a short story. One of the characters in the story was being moody. Miss G. stopped and remarked: "I get along better with males than females. Uuuuhh -- Females! You have a mercurial gene in your bodies I think. Guys don't get so worked up about things." (This does seem fair in high school.)
So far in high school I have been mostly watching. I have been trying to learn all the 90-plus names of my students in my six different class periods. I sit in my back-row desk with my seating chart and stare at the backs of their heads and practice. Sometimes they glance back and we make eye contact accidentally. I wonder if they think I'm creepy. Then when I see them face-to-face in the hall I don't recognize them because I know the backs of their heads better than the fronts.
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