On Wednesday nights, I have two older classes, instead of a younger class and an older class. The second class is middle schoolers and almost middle schoolers, so they are generally awkward and don’t talk as much as I’d like. They are also, apparently, obsessed with sex. I’m being honest here: I don’t recall being this way in middle school at all.
Perhaps I’m blowing everything out of proportion, because it was actually pretty funny. At the break, two kids were loitering by the board, so I told them to go ahead and draw. The first thing the boy writes is a character, which, judging by the giggles, was rude. I told him he was writing and I said to draw, so he erased it. I look away and do something else, and when I look back, there’s the beginnings of a pretty ugly sexual encounter going down. I don’t mean it was shocking or horrifying; I mean this kid is an awful artist. Those people were ugly and the poor man looked like he had a tumor. What could I really do but say it’s inappropriate and erase? I told him to sit down and read his textbook for the rest of the break, and he at least listened then. Now I know who can’t be trusted at the board!
The best part: next week, we’ll be reading news stories about AIDS. That’ll be awesome.
