Well, it has been one of those days. Something was stolen, retrieved, given to the rightful owner, and both students eventually talked to. Hope I made a difference. Then, at the end of math class, at the end of the day, kids are going back to home room, computers being shut down, planners being written in, room being pick up, teacher signing the planners, when one of my big boys comes up to my desk lugging a chair with him. "Teacher do you have a pair of scissors?" "Why do you need scissors?" I ask, staring at the chair his sweatshirt is tied to. "I don't know how my sweatshirt got tied to this chair, and I can't get it loose." After a few quick photos I had him kneel on the floor to take the tension out of the string and worked the knot loose. Gee Whiz, sixth grade can be interesting. "Thanks, teacher!"
Now a different student comes wandering to my desk. "Do you know where my yellow chair is? I can't find it!"
