Standing before the class, instead of desks I see a classroom filled with hospital beds, the kind that can be raised at the knees and head.
"Good morning, class," rrrrrrrrrr, "today we are," rrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrr rrrrr, "going to review punctuation," rrrrrrr rrrrrrr rrrrrrrr rrrrrrr rrrrrrr rrrrrrrr rrrrrrr rrrrrrr rrrrrrrr, "in preparation for the Iowa Assessment Tests."
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"Larry, I don't think you should be sharing Alice's bed. . . . Well, I appreciate you want to pair up as you work, and, yes, I know you're good at punctuation. . . . What's the problem, you say? . . . Well, I'm afraid you might start multi-tasking."
I turn to the chalkboard and write the assignment, then hand out photocopied worksheets. Yes, I have high-tech student desks and the students use computer tablets, but, lucky me, the teacher gets to keep the blackboard.
"Luis, what a dedicated student you are! You've brought your own black satin sheets and pillow cases. And it goes with your black eye shadow." I decide to ignore his earring, which is against school policy.
"We'll start with end punctuation," rrrrrrr rrr rrrrrr rrrrrrr, "the most fundamental," rrrr rrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrr, "the regulation of complete thoughts."
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I could grab my walker and check student progress, but, heck, there are thirty-seven minutes left in the class period. Maybe I'll just rest my eyes for a few minutes. Maybe I'll dream of next semester when I'll be getting my electric wheel chair. Ah, technology . . .
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