Do you…you, feel like I do?

I woke up this morning kind of tired and a somewhat grumpy.  How come I am a morning person when I don’t have to be (weekends) and a not a morning person when I have to be (every other day)?  Despite my serrated-edged personality this morning, I actually had a very fun first period class with my juniors and seniors.  It set the tone and mood for most the day.

We were supposed to be working on their papers on a experience/lesson called A Class Divided but somehow we ended up talking about me.  For some reason, I told the story of (sorry, Meg) how my sister managed to have every bodily function happen at the exact same moment.  The kids were laughing so hard, I couldn’t help but laugh with them.  And then, we got even more off-track and ended up talking about how if my parents hadn’t named me right away at the hospital, I was going be “Baby Wells” on my birth certificate.  So, one of my students asked, “That was your name:  baby?”  But the way she asked it made it seem like she called me “Baby” and the class lost it.  Luckily there was only two or three minutes in the class, so the utter destruction of my lesson was aptly timed.  Even though the class may not have been as productive as it could have been, I think it is times like these that both teachers and students need.  I think it forms a bond with the kids when you let down your guard and let them hear about your life… especially when it comes in the form of your sister exploding on the guest room couch.  

By the way, I’ve included a widget (the things on the side of the page) that will allow you to switch the different themes on the page.  You can do this if you don’t like the one I have right now or if you want a little change of scenery. 

About Wellsy

Chris is a twenty-something Special Education teacher and Football coach in a little town south of Eugene, Oregon. Chris happily lives with his beautiful wife and his terribly uncoordinated Grate Dane named Moose. Chris has been known to travel, like reading, wanting more time to writing, be in the outdoors more, and generally not befoul the world.

Posted on February 27, 2008, in teaching and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Thanks for telling your class about my explosive bodily functions WHEN I was sick! I am sure this is the vision they will have of me forever.

  2. It’s not my fault you stained the couch.

  3. Chris is just mad you stole his thunder…so to speak

  4. That thunder she can keep.

  5. That wasn’t the red couch that we had, was it? Baby?

  6. No this was the blue hide-a-bed couch that made its way over to 2930 for a bunch of years before it met its end at the Corvallis dump.

    Ran over by a tractor. What a shame.

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