February in a middle school means love is in the air. And when love is in the air, fights happen at lunch, because while love is passionate, so is hate, and middle school relationships last about as long as it takes to reheat a burrito. Today as I wrapped up the War of 1812 (much like a burrito is wrapped up), I experienced the highs and lows of middle school passion.
PERIOD ONE (note written in class when the teacher played Aretha Franklin's anthem to spell out the only thing the US really got from the War of 1812)
Dear Promethean Board,
I am so glad you are in my life. You make everything seem so important, and you make life so much easier. Thanks for everything, and by everything I mean the ease with which I can show an oil painting of the Battle of Fort McHenry, the lyrics to Jimmy Driftwood's "The Battle of New Orleans," and Cornell notes, all with a click. I love you. So glad I dumped that doc cam/computer projector.
Love, Lola
PERIOD THREE (note written while the teacher looked really unprepared for the lesson)
Promethean Board--or should I just call you "The Beast"??
You froze me out today. And then you ate two of my flipcharts. I thought we had something special, that I could count on you. I would kick you out, except you weigh ten thousand pounds and are expensively wired to the wall and I would get a referral. An overhead projector would have been better than you today. A chalkboard would have been better!!
Lola
We made up. Apparently when some tech guy came in a loaded software (according to the work order taped to the board), something was turned off that I didn't know was turned off. So now it's all L + PB = love again.
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