My students never fail to amaze me. Sometimes that's a postive thing. Other times. . . not so much. While I care about each of them tremendously, sometimes all I can do is shake my head.
For example, the other day as I walk into the room from doing hall duty between classes, one of my students is moving a chair. I didn't think much of it. I have a couple of chairs that have cracks in them, and the girls often complain about their hair getting caught. Later as I walk to the back of my room, I notice one of my chairs is missing a chunk out of the back! Not just a little chip, a piece bigger than my hand. Close to a fourth of the back of the chair.
(In order to understand how I missed this, it's important to know that I have a half wall in my room separating two of my kitchens. This wall separates the back of my room from the table and chairs section and has a lower counter to use when we sew. Hence the chair in the back of the room.)
How exactly did they expect me to not notice part of the chair missing? The logic (or lack there of) puzzles me. Some of the things they think they can get away with amaze me.
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