NaBloPoMo is an acronym (and one rife for double entendres, if you ask me!) of National Blog Posting Month. I have signed up for the challenge, which entails updating all my (5) readers on my not-so-exciting life. I hope to get at least to the teens before reverting to memes and "hey, ask me questions!" posts, but I'm so not promising anything.
So, hi, then, what's up? I gave the second exam today, and there was this boy sitting in the back. Tall kid, sandy blonde-ish brown hair, indie haircut. I HAD NEVER SEEN THIS KID BEFORE IN MY LIFE. Not. a. clue as to who he was. Or who he was supposed to be.
See, I'm prone to, how do you say, ah, yes, overreact? a bit sometimes. It's my mom's fault, she taught me how to get my Irish up at a moment's notice.
I had myself convinced, CONVINCED! that he was taking the exam in someone else's place.
My mind was racing. What do I do? Do I confront him? Ask to see his ID? I am so serious when I say I have nevah! seen this guy before.
I came up with a plan. I was passing out the outlines I'd looked over after the students handed in their tests. I will just ask, casual like, what his topic was. If he didn't know, he wasn't Student! I am brilliant, I think. Masterful. They think they'll put one over on the young-ish teacher, ha ha, I'll show these goofballs.
He walks up to hand in his paper. I take a look. And I must have visibly relaxed.
The paper was only half filled in. Well, I think to myself, I guess if this guy doesn't pick better stand-ins, I'll just let this exam speak for itself. No need to confront.
I went home and realized that he isn't doing well at all in class. I guess I just didn't recognize him because he doesn't come to class all that often.
Happy NaBloPoMo, everyone! I want comments and love, please, in that order!