At the end of the day, after catching up on last-minute grading, I try to get my room ready for the next day. That’s because if I don’t, something always comes up that makes me rush to get it done that morning. It’s kind of like a talisman that prevents those unwanted extra things from popping up. Like I’ve learned not to use a sick day, because I always seem to get a new student while I’m gone.
So…I picked up my plan book (where it resides on top of the folder holding my U of I), and told The Pony, “Write this on the board for me: Community Interactions.” The Pony is not noted for his penmanship. But when I ask him to write on the board for me, he can do a passable job of copying my block letters.
I went back to entering scores. When I looked up, I saw a scrawl that may or may not have been English, with questionable spacing, the last word meandering across half a section of 4 x 8 whiteboard. It reminded me of a picture in one of my college psychology texts. The web made by a spider on LSD. “Umm…I can always re-write that on my way out the door.”
The Pony looked up from his laptop. “You can see where I stopped caring.”