At the end of the school year, I included a few extra points in the directions of their final. All they had to do was draw a cat somewhere on their test.
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A message from the artist
I don't know who wrote this. I'm not sure if this student is reading this. But if you are, thank you for caring and for taking the time to write this. I wish you knew how much I needed this.
Or maybe you did know.
On the last day of seniors, the seniors gave to me:
Twelve months of mayhem
Eleven seconds crying
Ten minutes of cleaning
Nine teachers looking
Eight periods of confusion
Seven seniors snickering
Six pairs of googley eyes
Five minutes of shouting (I HAVE A ROOM FULL OF BOOTIES)
Four Corgi booties
Three "seeing lamps"
Two sriracha bottles
and one sriracha parade.
Conversation in 4th period:
E: Ms. Daley, do you have any scissors?
Me: In the scissor bin.
E goes to the back of the room to retrieve the scissor bin. As he walked past, I notice he a large popsicle stick.
5 minutes later E leaves his seat and runs over to my couch. I though he was punching the couch, but he was actually stabbing it with the popsicle stick.
Me: E! What are you doing?!
E: Look Ms. Daley! I made a shank!