I sort have been giving my lone eighth grade class the short shrift in this here blog lately. I guess that’s because I’m so busy trying to keep my head above water. In my 18 years here, this is the third time I’ve had an eighth grade class. And the last time was 8 years ago. Not that I’m whining or anything. One of my fave things from back then was a tie-in to The Pigman. Since Mr. Pignati was, you know, old, I made them interview someone at least 60 years old. Then they turned the Q/A into a biographical sketch. Then I even made them present a brief (60 seconds or so–you know how short my attention span is) summary of the interview. This year, we went from Maus, with Artie Speigelman creating art from his interviews with his Holocaust survivor father, to The Pigman. So the “grandma interviews” were especially appropriate. I remember last time that I started the assignment with a minimum age of 70, but I had too many kids who couldn’t find someone that old to talk to. This year I went for 60, but most of the interviewees ended up being 70+. There

