On Friday, during my 7th period study hall, I finally got them all quiet and working. Then, Robby bursts through the door wielding…a GIANT ZUCHINNI!
So we put a face on him and showed him around. Out the window, to other classes…etc.
Robby took him home over the weekend, but Mr. Z came back to sit in my reading corner this morning.
This is what it means to be a teacher.