So “Tom” comes into my room last Friday with a wrapped box and hands it to me. I thank him, and a few minutes after he leaves I open it so I can write him a quick thank you card before the vacation starts and well lets just say the contents startled me
I am not much of a whiskey drinker, actually I hate it. But I still love the thought. I mean I have gotten wine, even got a bottle of wine with the students picture on it. But JD brings it to another realm.
I was working with a fourth grade class and we were looking at insulators and conductors. They students were working in groups of three and each group had a battery, light bulb and socket and three test leads with alligator clips. The assignment was to have an open circuit and the students would put various items between the test leads to see which items were insulators or conductors. They were all moving around and working well when I heard a boy shout from the back of the room in a real burn-out accent (whatever that means) “Don’t taze me bro!” and he was holding the electrodes towards his chest. His team mates laughed and I laughed inside and they went right back to work.
