“Where do you put the apostrophe in ‘wed’?”
“That’s a contraction? I thought it was a name. Like a Chinese dude. ‘Dey always have weird names, ya know?”
“Ok…. how do we fix ‘weve’?”
“My auntie’s a hairdresser. She do it.”
:bangs head on projector cart:
I wish I made these things up. But I can’t. I don’t have the brain to do that. As it stands, my brain has turned to scrambled eggs.
I’ve found a new personal torture system. It’s called 7th grade research projects. No matter how organized I tried to be, I stilled ended up with 32 students screaming my name throughout our time in the library. “Miss, I have a question. Miss, help. Miss, I don’t understand. Miss, miss, miss, ” Aaggghh! The outline has us doing this 2x a week for the next 6 weeks. Heaven help me.
