Rummaging Through Z’s Things
This all taught me a valuable lesson. No matter how structured you try to be with helping kids with homework and projects, you just can’t see everything. I never did find that project or the rubric. Since I went ballistic about the poetry project for about a week, the test scores gave me an opportunity to say something nice.
K: I saw your test scores; I’m impressed.
Z: Oh, I thought I showed those to you.
K: No, I had to rummage through your things to see them.
Z: Yeah, we had a debate about who had the most post high school ratings.
Z: Yeah, me and the boys I hang around with.(And I thought they didn't care about grades or test scores.)
K: I saw your science project score. You did OK. They said you should have found more rocks from different locales.
Z: I thought I did, actually.
K: Oh, yeah, you did. (Friends and relatives sent him rocks from places like NC, GA, and OH.)
Z: That was a lame project anyway. I can’t believe I turned that in. I liked the urinal I created a few years ago. (He cracks up laughing.)
K: I did not like the urinal. (The urinal was Z’s idea that was supposed to help drivers--males only--drive longer because they wouldn’t have to take bathroom breaks; they could just use his urinal. It's in his closet, but I hope he doesn't decide to test it. He's threatened to do that.)