Just came across another oldie but goodie from student teaching. While we were doing our mock Congress exercise, each student was to write a bill. Some of these bills (the ones that got out of committee) were debated in front of the entire Congress (the whole class) and then the Speaker of the House requested a vote. One of our more… shall we say, ‘outspoken’ students was the Speaker, and when a bill regarding abortion came up, she requested a vote on it by asking, “Anybody for killin’ the babies?”
This was immediately followed by someone shouting, “I’m for it! Wait… I mean, I’m for the bill.”
Archive for March 28th, 2006
Abortion Debate
Tuesday, March 28th, 2006Bush’s Cabinet
Tuesday, March 28th, 2006This one’s from when I was student teaching, but I just found the paper I wrote it down on, and thought I’d post this. One of the questions asked on a worksheet on the President’s cabinet was, “would you say that Bush’s cabinet is diverse?” Most of the students thought that it was, including one who wrote that it was “well diversed” and another who said it was “very diversy.” It’s good to see that the time spent in classrooms teaching diversity has paid off, even if it does seem to be at the expense of time spent learning English.
Bush’s Cabinet
Tuesday, March 28th, 2006This one’s from when I was student teaching, but I just found the paper I wrote it down on, and thought I’d post this. One of the questions asked on a worksheet on the President’s cabinet was, “would you say that Bush’s cabinet is diverse?” Most of the students thought that it was, including one who wrote that it was “well diversed” and another who said it was “very diversy.” It’s good to see that the time spent in classrooms teaching diversity has paid off, even if it does seem to be at the expense of time spent learning English.
Bulgakov Again
Tuesday, March 28th, 2006Mikhail Bulgakov has shown up again in the parts of the internet that I generally prowl. Not only that, but while I was trying to rearrange my junk today in my bedroom, my copy of The Master and Margarita crept out from under my bed. It might be making a break for the door, or possibly just the stack of books that’s waiting to be shelved. Either way, I’m beginning to think I’m being haunted.