When my eighth graders were reading Flowers for Algernon, they all laughed at Charlie’s spelling in the early Progris Riport (sic) entries. It happens every time I do that story. But as you all know, Charlie ain’t got nothin’ on your typical middle schooler when it comes to creative spelling: radickulus begging (for beginning — Boy Howdy, I hate that one!) probly Satin-worshiping ballune But while reading their one page samples of their research papers in progress, one girl… Hold on. I have to interrupt this post with another brief aside. The girl in question here has made great progress this year. I hear that last year, as a seventh grader, she was the epitome of S and R (sullen and resentful: the teenage default) as well as defiant and etc. She also lived through some things as a kid that no one should have to, and is now being raised by her sister. But she is a sweet girl, who really just needs a dad. Anyway, today she was turned around jabbering with her friend while I was trying to give directions, and I called her on it. I got the perfunctory (vocab word for seventh graders this week)

