Going Postal

For my annual Cleff sentence competition (which readers may recall from the past two years), I had two winners. I may add that these winners are not nearly as satisfying (for me, at least) as the past two years.

for Treble Clef:

Everyone Goes Berserk Dangerously Fast

for Bass Clef:

Get Bad Dads Far Away

Nothin' but a G thang

Some of you may be aware of my story and some of you may not. Sadly (if only for the quality of the contents of this blog), my tenure at a mediocre urban school has ended. I have moved on to what one might consider a "functional" school where students "learn" and teachers don't "hate" their lives. However, as I am still teaching kids ages 11 - 14, some of them are still poised to say the darndest things...

Here, I am getting orientation advice from an older student on how to help sixth graders:

Mr. F: "So, what would you tell a new sixth grader who asks what to do when he's lost? The building is big and scary."

G: "Well, I will tell them to do what I did, and that's that if you get lost, just follow the smart kids. You know, like the Asian ones. And you'll be fine."

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