29 mo’ day. Never has that seemed so far away as this year. Here’s the sort of crowd I’m dealing with…
We’ve been practicing with outlining in preparation for (shiver) research projects. More on that later. One of the in-class activities we did involved a brief excerpt (I actually got it from the textbook!) from an article about twins. The excerpt talked about the differences between fraternal and identical twins.
Their job was to fill in the second half of the outline covering the part about fraternal twins. Of course, in seventh grade, nothing is as easy as it sounds. Immediately we veered into, “I knew these twins who…” and etc. Then…
“I’m a fraternal twin!”
“Yes ‘Nancy.’ I finally realized (only about two months ago!) that your brother is one of the pains in my heinie earlier in the day. I hadn’t realized you were even related you are so different.”
Now Nancy is one of those people (in my experience they’re usually girls – sorry) who live on their own planet. The orbit of that planet may not intersect with that of Earth very often. She’s that one who says, “What?” or “I don’t get it,” several minutes after whatever uproar there was has died back down.
So…after Nancy agrees that her twin brother is a pain, a girl next to her says that she is a fraternal twin too.
Nancy looks amazed,
“Really? You two don’t look alike at all.”
(Dang. I can’t get my blog software to format that outline correctly.)
Ah, yes… the typical 7th grade student. I am giving a vocabulary test today, and one of my sweethearts is walking towards me with a huge smile on his face. He’s made a 100! He’s finally learned how to use “nonsensical” correctly in a sentence as an adverb! Nope…
“Hey, Mrs. E! I have my first chin hair!!!!”
Test? What test? How do I compete with the first chin hair?!
I think girls are so spacey at that age because they think being an airhead impresses the boys.
I walked into class the other day and one of the smartest girls had the laptop bag on her head. I tell her to take it off and she says: “It fell there!” (It fell on your head?) “No! It didn’t fall on my head, it fell on my foot. I get the two mixed up.”
I just walked away. What do you say to THAT?!