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Notes from Room 114 and the kitchen table
The lessons that did not fit in the period, and the parts of the week that happen after the bell.
I type the weekly plan into the school system every Sunday night. I still start on a yellow pad. Last week the pad showed me I had given the Chapter 12 reading and the quiz on the same night. The screen would have let me save it. The pad made the collision obvious because I…
June’s first volcano for the science fair leaked on the kitchen table and smelled like vinegar for two days. She wanted to quit the project. Elena made her write down what failed before she could throw it out. The second one used less baking soda and a tray. It worked in the garage, once, on…
The freshman book puts the Great Miami River on the wrong side of the old mill in the 1913 flood chapter. I noticed it in my second year and I have been correcting it out loud ever since. This fall a student, Mara, brought in a library map and showed the class the bend the…
My mother still cooks for anyone who walks in. Yesterday Theo ate the bread before the pot was ready and she handed him a spoon and pointed at the sink without raising her voice. Elena brought the library’s extra paperbacks and left them on the sideboard. June set the table and forgot the forks, then…
Once a year someone stays after the bell and says they are done. I do not give them the speech about potential. I ask what hour of the day is the bad one. Last spring it was third period, the class after a job that ends at 1 a.m. We moved one required essay to…
Theo learned the bus number and then forgot it on the sidewalk. He stood with his backpack on and watched three buses go by. June saw him from the corner and walked him to the right stop. She told me later, not him. He thinks he remembered on his own. I am letting him think…