They Say The Damnedest Things
On all my weekly SKILL QUIZs, I always include a message from the quiz itself. This is usually a reminder to never, ever write on [it] usually in the form of a thinly veiled threat: "Enjoy your fingers? Keep them by not writing on me." This week, channeling Rocky III, kids were treated to: "A prediction? Sure I got a prediction... Pain." On the top of his answer sheet, E. writes back, "Hey, I got a prediction too. Deduction, causing destruction, decay, and death. For you." De- was the prefix this week.
Walking through the quad, one of last year's students hurries up to me, sticking out his hand. We shake, and he says, "Thanks for making me proficient. I owe it all you." And then runs away.
At a bar, I get lectured at concerning how great charter schools are. The lecturer tells me I "have to admit" that last year's sixth graders at [charter school latched onto our campus] undoubtedly received a better education than the sixth graders at my school. I respond: "Well, since that charter school did not have sixth graders, and since our school did not have sixth graders last year, I don't think I do have to admit that."