It was hot today. Real hot. So hot the sun was a menace to society. So hot I feel sunburned and I was not at the beach. So hot the bus was like a sauna, as the sun came focused through the window. So hot people were congregating wherever there was shade. So hot I dawdled in a shop, just because they had AC. I didn’t see anybody trying to fry an egg on the sidewalk, but I’ll bet you could have. So hot it’s still kind of hot now, and its midnight. So hot the teachers on the playground set up lawnchairs under a tree and let the kids do whatever the hell they wanted.
I suppose it was due. It IS summer, after all. And that’s all I’ve got to say about that. It was my last day for the summer with all of my Thursday classes. At the gymnasium I tried something I haven’t done before, in all my years of teaching, but maybe I should have. In two of my classes (the ones that had more than 6 people present) I asked them to write down on a piece of paper – unsigned, I specified unsigned but one girl ignored that, plus the girl who write in over sized letter in pink marker, I know who that was, all right – what they thought I could do differently next year. I was surprised. I got some really good, serious suggestions. Some questions they don’t like. Some things they think I do too often. Some games – not just that they suggested we play more games, but some of them suggested quite specific games.
So, now I’m committed. If I don’t try at least some of their suggestions next semester, I’ll look like an asshole. And I wouldn’t want that.