Adrian had his first melt down yesterday. If you remember reading about his condition (Day 52—Where to Start), then you know that he has the ability to erupt quickly and violently. Thankfully, this was only a 3.0 on the Adrian Melt Down Richter Scale. It went like this... Every day, I allot thirty minutes for … Continue reading Day 56–A Different Kind of Richter Scale
If you haven’t smiled or laughed or been grossed out or had a “Wait, what?” moment of surprise today, then maybe my latest conversation with Gabriella will help... While walking to the bathroom: Gabriella (with both arms tucked inside her sweatshirt): “Mr. Morrow, I’m hurting.” Me: “What do you mean, you’re hurting?” Gabriella (feeling around … Continue reading Day 50–Tissues Fix Issues
Watching someone mix paint together is actually pretty intriguing if you stop long enough to pay attention and forget that, well, you are actually watching someone mix paint together. When a new color is added, it is immediately swept into spirals of itself as it is stirred over and over and over again. At first, … Continue reading Day 47–Blended Colors
Gabriella farted so loud today that I thought her jeans had ripped. It sounded like someone had taken the sound of a steamboat horn, a souped-up car muffler, a strangled weed eater, and Chewbacca’s wail, wadded them together, and shoved them out of Gabriella’s backside. I didn’t know she had it in her. Literally. At … Continue reading Day 14–Small Victories
At the start of every school year, students come into the classroom with new words in their vocabulary. Words that they act like they have always used but in reality they just heard in a rap song that hit the top of the charts last month. Words that apparently make students cool for saying them … Continue reading Day 3–Say What??
Thongs. That’s how my year started. A conversation about thongs. The only thing worse than hearing a student’s conversation about thongs is hearing a student’s conversation about the condition of said thongs. And their condition was bad... Nasty. Crusted. Worn out. It was Felicia, because it always is when it’s dealing with something sexual, and … Continue reading Day 1–Thongs