I laughed out loud when I received this e-mail from a student. We have a BIG biography project due this Thursday and this student was having some issues getting his rough draft completed...
The subject line was: Oh no the biography project
Dear Mrs.Jaeger
Oh my god
this porject is too hard!
and I going to sleep late.
I think I cannot finish this.
Is that be good can i turns in to tuseday or somethig?
I means before Thursday.
Oh gees.
I am not gonna finish this.
He might be on to something for our upcoming poetry unit!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
To my Wonderful Parents
Dear Mom and Dad,
I am sorry. I can only imagine how much self-control you must have had when I was a teenager not to reach across that table and shake me senseless. I'm sorry for every eye roll, sorry for every disrespectful word muttered under my breath. I'm sorry for the uncontrollable mood swings, and the fits of tears. I am sorry that I questioned your infinite wisdom and trusted my own that was so limited. I'm sorry for each time I talked to you like you were the stupidest people on the earth. Oh, the horror that must have been those teenage years! I am seeing the error of my ways as many of my students turn into teenagers before my very eyes. Bless you. Bless you, is all I have to say.
Love,
Sara
I am sorry. I can only imagine how much self-control you must have had when I was a teenager not to reach across that table and shake me senseless. I'm sorry for every eye roll, sorry for every disrespectful word muttered under my breath. I'm sorry for the uncontrollable mood swings, and the fits of tears. I am sorry that I questioned your infinite wisdom and trusted my own that was so limited. I'm sorry for each time I talked to you like you were the stupidest people on the earth. Oh, the horror that must have been those teenage years! I am seeing the error of my ways as many of my students turn into teenagers before my very eyes. Bless you. Bless you, is all I have to say.
Love,
Sara
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