To ensure no hijinks or shenanigans, Mr. Coriolus says go, and lights his bunsen burner immediately to signal the start of the rules. Most students commence to work, chat with their lab partner, flirt with the cheerleader across the way, and somewhere in the midst of adolescence, manage to learn something.
It only takes a moment or two for James to abandon his lab partner and pursue his favorite past time -- Keyshla baiting. James throws a wadded paper. Keyshla ignores. James whispers “Keeeeeeeyshla. Keeeeeeyshla. Keeeeeeyshla.” Keyshla ignores. Shawn notices. James throws a pen cap at Keyshla. As Mr. Coriolus bends over to decipher a student’s chicken-scratch writing, James saunters over, brushes his hand along Keyshla’s neck, ruffling her hair, and bends to pick up his pen cap. Shawn coughs once.
Mr. Coriolus looks up, and notices James breaking the simple three-foot rule. He gives James ‘the eye’ and stupidly does not enforce a consequence right then and there. James is now on Mr. Coriolus’s radar, and as such gets away with progressively less as period goes on.
So much of the writing published about education is published by people who don't teach. I figured it was time for a teacher to write about teaching. I've been proud to teach 8th-grade ELA in Dunkirk City Schools since 2007, and to serve at Fredonia State University as an adjunct professor, teaching educational technology since 2017.