The Middle Hobo Teacher
Today my students stapled their written responses to their scantrons before turning them in. I could stop right there and just let you finish it, but I have some thoughts.
What is wrong with these kids?! Do they think that the machine stops, removes the staples and then grades? I pass those things through a SCAN-TRON machine, not Pee-Wee Herman's breakfast machine.
I swear that these guys don't understand the concept of "the middle man". They throw their clothes on the floor and, WA-LA--they magically end up clean and in their dresser. I bet they think their pencils come from giant pencil sharpeners that you stick logs into.
It was really my fault. I mean I did leave the stapler out. If Poe taught us anything from "The Murders in the Rue Morgue," it's that you don't give orangutans razors.
What is wrong with these kids?! Do they think that the machine stops, removes the staples and then grades? I pass those things through a SCAN-TRON machine, not Pee-Wee Herman's breakfast machine.
I swear that these guys don't understand the concept of "the middle man". They throw their clothes on the floor and, WA-LA--they magically end up clean and in their dresser. I bet they think their pencils come from giant pencil sharpeners that you stick logs into.
It was really my fault. I mean I did leave the stapler out. If Poe taught us anything from "The Murders in the Rue Morgue," it's that you don't give orangutans razors.
- H.T. at 7:28 PM
