Okay, confession time, this is what took me to the point of inattentiveness which led to the disasters in yesterday’s post — all of you will know instantly what I didn’t grasp until long after I ran my mouth:
Fifth grade has compartmentalized and we are running the last semester of 5th grade like middle school. I teach one period of reading and 5 periods of writing. Three of my writing classes have 24 students in them; two have 25. Last week as the students entered my classroom each period, I taught a lesson on writing haiku and left them in the throes of composing their own poems, but immediately the noise rose to unacceptable levels. In every class I issued several warnings, then told them if they had that much free time, they might as well put it to good use, and I wanted two poems from each of them.
I’m sure you already understand who really got punished. Each of them wrote two haiku — but I had to grade 240 haiku. And that wasn’t bad enough, before I had gathered all the haiku into a pile so I could see how much work I had to do, I assigned each student in each class to write two renku. On top of that, I still had a pile of ungraded Diamonte poems.
So, this weekend I had to grade 612 poems. In light of that brain numbing activity, I consider myself fortunate to have only dropped my blouse into the pasta. I could have completely passed out in the plate.