Teaching high school is like being a stand up comic without a microphone.
How do you motivate a room full of bored teenagers so that they don't stare at you like you're an alien speaking in tounges? You act like a moron.
You dance the cha-cha so they remember the word for "vest" (cha-cha-- chaleco!)
You work your "superlatives" lesson around David Beckham's hotness
You satisfy their strange curiosity about your personal life with anecdotes involving your pale white husband who listens to Snoop Dogg
You blame it on them when you forget a student in the hallway
You make them dress up in a DuBois formalware vest with peacocks on it, a feather boa, a giant sparkly sombrero and make them strut in front of their classmates
Yea. I like it.
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