It's the last lesson with my year 8 performing arts class. Half the class are away at a sports exchange - so I decide to teach them how to play that timeless classic - charades .
They were enjoying it well enough - but man ! These guys just DON'T listen !
Case in point. Team 2 had just watched Team 1 ALMOST get their clue. They have a chance now to pick up the point.
"Right guys - you can pick up that point here if you can tell me their title. Let's review. It's a SONG. It has THREE WORDS. The FIRST word is 'beds'. The THIRD word is 'burning'. You know that the SECOND word is something fairly small. So, it's "Beds something burning". You've got ten seconds to decide on what you think it is." I say.
The ten seconds go by to much frenzied whispering.
"Okay guys - what do you think it is ?"
As one - like the tortured souls of the Abyss - they howl out at me -
"THE ROOF IS ON FIRE !!! THE ROOF IS ON FIIIIIIRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE !!!"
Freaking hell. And they wonder why there's a teaching shortage. Some kids just need a good smack upside the head - I don't care WHAT Sue Bradford says.
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And yet if you butchered then and hid their bodies in the woods, you'd go to jail.
Where is the justice in that...?
LOL
Oh... I do sometimes wonder if Atheists have it right when I hear stories like that. :D
I knew you guys would understand.
Especially you Bubba.
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