Okay....totally bizarre thing. Today we were learning about the Revolution. The American Revolution. All right--let's be precise. The War for American Independence.
We've been laying the foundation for days now. People, events, places. Well, today's the day. The battles start with the spark! Lexington and Concord...
Problem: We're on assembly schedule and 10 minutes were cut from my class. AND...we needed to talk about thesis statements for an upcoming project they're working on. (Yeah, I know...boring at any time...for 8th graders???)
So the bell rings. They're being excused for lunch. Second lunch. Last lunch. We're all starving.
You could have blown me over with a feather....
"Please, Mrs. Olds, please! Don't stop!"
I laugh. "It's lunch, you guys. We're all starving."
"I know," one young man shouted. "Let's all get our lunches and come back here. You can keep teaching us. Please?"
I laughed again.
Then I was bombarded with pleading and "ah, come on!" and "We'll do it! Really!"
Ah...I shoulda done it. But I didn't want even one student to feel pressured into staying, so I said no.
Silly me. Stopping learning? Heaven forbid.
And what a compliment. And what a massive responsibility to my incredible students!
Next time, if there is a next time...I'll do without lunch.