Saying goodbye to my 6th-grade students was as painful as I knew it would be. They wrote such sweet cards to me (and I to them), and made me a large, four-leaf origami clover. I wasn’t sure if they would want to finish (or at least try to finish) The Westing Game, or if they would rather play games like the rest of the class. I brought Apples to Apples and You’ve Been Sentenced just in case. I like to be prepared for all eventualities. It’s why I came wearing heavy black eyeliner—it would keep me from crying, because vanity dictates that I can’t walk around with black streaks all over my face. My kids are so fucking awesome that they eagerly asked to finish our book. I wanted to just gather them to me for a great big hug. My kids wanted to read! Ha. Job well done.
We started reading, and I noticed that CSP’s group seemed to lack some serious focus, and I called out his name, and then my kids started calling his name, and again I felt an overwhelming urge to hug them. Once we finally got his attention, I offered him my Apples to Apples. Obviously he gratefully took it (the guy only brought popcorn for everyone—as if that will entertain children for an hour…okay, that was a really nice gesture).
Trust me, this is leading to something.
Sadly, my group did not quite finish The Westing Game, but at least got to the big reveal, and mainly just missed the epilogue. There were hugs all around, and they scooted out of the trailer quickly, while I pretended I had something in my eye, and kicked at the ground for a few seconds to gain composure. Luckily, I was distracted quite quickly when CSP came over to thank me for my pornographic Apples to Apples.
Buh? That was my one-second reaction, and then I shook my head, because seriously, who am I kidding? I am not surprised at all if there is something pornographic in my game. Here is the card that one of the kid’s drew, and tried to decipher before CSP plucked it out of his hand, and gave him a new card.
I have no memory associated with this card. None. The handwriting is similar to mine, but the capital I’s, T’s and E’s are all wrong, as well as the lower-case Z. I’m sure there is a really good reason why I or one of my friends thought this was a good create your own card, but damn if I know what it is. It’s really too bad that CSP snatched it away, I’m sure that 11-year-old boy would have been able to trump all other players’ cards with this bad boy.
Lastly, one of the kid’s wrote in her card that I am always right. Damn that kid is smart.
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