So our school almost (almost!) had a snow day today. It had started coming down pretty heavily around 4 yesterday afternoon and help up for quite a few hours. It even managed to stick, which is surprising for Georgia these days.
Speaking of which, I know climate change is a growing issue, but does NPR have to give me a special report on its devastating effects every day? California’s gonna run out of water; ski resorts are going to close down; some walrus is going to start eating a different fish. I get it, All Things Considered, we gotta look at global warming. But every day? Come on. It’s long term stuff, right?
Back on track, school was unfortunately not canceled today, and it caught the kids off-guard. Many of them probably haven’t seen snow in quite some time, and were honest about spending their yesterday playing in it rather than finishing their drafts of a writing assignment. D’oh.
It gets into the notion of flexibility–something I’ve had to learn a lot about lately. Some classes had very few students ready to present their writing. Rather than call it a wash and yell at everybody, I just pulled out Lord of the Flies and went through a chapter I was planning on just summarizing for them anyway.
Every class is completely different, and that needs to be acknowledged, not just in the moment of the class, but during planning. Where one class can handle a structured note-based lecture on Emmett Till, another class needs a whole period to talk about interracial relationships. Right now, it’s all instinctual, really, because I fret over the idea of planning out five separate lessons. I’ll never have to stray that far off, but expecting every class, every student to accept an assignment the same way just doesn’t make sense.