My students are settled into their class work, using whisper voices when they need to talk, and I am working with a reading group. Then you swing open the door and shout: “MRS. KELLY, CAN I BORROW YOUR SET OF 3-D GEOMETRIC SHAPES FOR MATH TODAY?”
Nothing like planning ahead.
Students’ heads pop up. I point to my closet door, wishing I had Darth Vader’s pointing finger at the moment, but feeling like him inside.
The whisper turns into an audible buzz. A few students start jabbing each other’s arms with the eraser-end of their pencils.
Next, a specialist arrives: “I NEED JASON, JOSHUA, JACOBA, AND JEOVANNI.
I’m supposed to rise and retrieve the students for you?
Could you possibly schlep into my classroom, tap the kids on the shoulder, and sign them out at the same time you’re catching eye contact with me?
Never, ever do I say what’s in my head.
The other interrupters I can’t be honest with because Continue reading