My class and I got through our first day back to school just fine. The subway wasn't as cooperative as my little cuties, though, so I got home too late to meet up with my weekly knitting group. I've got several chores to catch up on, so I thought I'd just quickly post a comment made by one of my students today that illustrates the disconnect that I occasionally have with some of my kids. Being raised in the suburbs of Cleveland, Ohio, didn't expose me to the same things that my Bronx-raised students know all about. Case in point:
Today, my students were going to interview partners and then introduce their partners to the rest of the class, telling the rest of the class some fun facts that they learned about each other. You know, a little first day getting-to-know-you activity. I modeled the interview process with one student, and then he interviewed me while the class watched, so they could get a feel for what the activity was all about. During his interview of me, the question came up, "What did you do before you were a teacher?" One little boy called out, "I know, I know. You were an escort!" He wasn't joking. Ummm... let's see what tomorrow brings.