I gave my after-school class this comic template – it’s supposed to be based on the Disney animated short “Paperman,” which we had just watched. Two of my middle school boys decided to take the story into their own hands.
Man 1: Who are you?!
Man 2: I’m a boss
Man 1: [casually smoking a cigarette] Ah… I’m sorry…
Man 2: Not smoking in company… [throws paper plane directly into Man 1’s mouth]
Man 1: [clearly distressed] Ahk!
Woman: Are you crazy? Don’t eat paper airplane!
Yeah, duh guys. Don’t eat paper airplane.
My last class of the day on Fridays is a squirrelly, goofy bunch of 14-year-olds, with whom class feels much more like a rodeo than an educational environment. As is the case with all classes at this point in the semester (1 week away from midterms), their behavior has been on the decline.
Every Friday, the bell rings and I go into the classroom, and one (or more) of them has drawn a goofy cartoon character on the board saying “집가고싶다…”
But today, the cartoon character’s weekly lament had been written in English: “I want to go home.” I would consider that progress. Of a sort.