We used to pass out #2 pencils and Scantron sheets.
Now we give laptops, log in codes and headphones. To 8 year olds.
Of course the headphones have not been put back into their proper Baggies. Of course three of them are tangled almost irretrievably. (See the photo of my lap, left.)
I miss Crayolas and paper and newly sharpened pencils. I thoroughly enjoy teaching cursive, and holding read aloud time after lunch, or Social Studies discussions about Martin Luther King, Jr. and the Chinese New Year.
But this morning one of my special education kids, practically the brightest student in my class, typed something different from his password. Instead of BKM4BP, he typed, “Die, computer, die.”
It was the perfect bit of comedic relief I needed. I burst out laughing when I read it, and he looked at me in surprise.
“That is exactly how I’m feeling right now,” I said, and he laughed, too.
And then he went on to produce the third highest score in the class.