i am having such a difficult time maintaining my patience with a certain student. grrr.
he's in here at recess right now and i want to strangle him, so i had to walk away.
right now he's complaining about mosquitoes.
they're doing a dialectical journal, which is basically two columns; one side for a quote from the book, the other side for your thoughts/questions/reactions/feelings/connections regarding that part in the novel.
he wants me to help him. i've explained to him about fifty times what the assignment is and we've gone through examples of how to do this.
i keep telling him that he has to show me what he's thinking about. i can't help him because he has to show me what he's thinking. i am not his brain...he has to think.
the sad part is...there probably really aren't a whole lot of thoughts going through his brain that are even remotely related to the book we're reading.
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Thank you for my laugh for the day. Misery loves company.
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