Keeping the editing box open whil(e/st) elsewhere on the web/before the TV/in the kitchen, I think this post might end up resembling a string of Twitter updates written by someone who can't work with a 140-character limit and who possesses no sense of "writing for an audience beyond the mirror."
The kids are doing literature circles this week (and last week, and next week), using books chosen by our (excellent) school librarian. "Literature circles" are where a group of five-ish kids read a book together, each performing a different job during reading and discussion time. Of course the low-impact jobs in each group are claimed by the "not quite as success-minded" students, meaning that the same people who care are the same ones who always carry the load in that evil known as groupwork. But with lit circles, those who Dare to Care get the jobs with the cool titles, like "Discussion Director" and "Word Wizard," which makes everything better. (Best that they embrace this consolation early.)
Anyway, I haven't read these books, which is probably very wrong. I'm sorry. Apparently the books have "bad words" in them, like SHIT! and BITCH! The kids are acting out movie trailers for the book (because my class is "boring, so boring" like that), and I said they could use those words as long as it was a direct quote and the rest of the scene was included. (Most dull teacher ever, yes, yes.) I also told them that they ought to dig around more; maybe they could score a FUCK!
So, yeah, sorry again. That's just how I keep my students engaged and, um, excited about the curriculum. Anyway, I'm trying to read these (seven) books as quickly as possible so I can answer any detailed questions (and write seven tests). I can't take the books home; we have limited copies, and if something happens to me, the kids will be at a loss. So I bought Kindle versions, and I love the Kindle, so yay for that.
Which brings us to the point, the ti(d/t)bit I set out to mention three paragraphs ago, In class today, I had snatches of time where the groups were running smoothly, and I could, if I felt multitasky, prop my watchful self against a bookcase and skim a little further in the books. (Thank you, absent students.) Except I didn't, because the thought of reading from a book instead of my lovely Kindle was too sad-making. I'd rather wait for the Kindle.
Instead of read from a regular book.
Madness.
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