Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Not quite done.
The seventh graders and I were working on Taxonomy, so after some discussion and notes on why we classify living things, it was time for some basic practice.
I told them that I would supply each group with a mix of molluscs and it would be their job to sort them according to their similarities.
"Be careful observers", I said, "Look for patterns, ridge direction, etc."
"Oh, and whatever you do ... DO NOT DROP THEM ON THE FLOOR!"
"Okay, everybody, repeat after me, I will not drop Mr. FC's shells."
Through 3 periods and 60 kids, not one of them dropped a shell.
Just before the bell rang to end the last class of the day, I was picking up some of the shells.
I reached for a huge Sunray Venus clamshell, bobbled it, and it slipped from my fingers. It hit the tile floor and exploded into a dozen pieces.
The kids stared.
"I can't believe that," I said, " All day long I've been warning you guys to be careful and not drop any shells ... and in the end, I'm the one who broke a shell."
The little blonde kid sitting next to the scene of the shell accident spoke up ...
" That's karma Mr. FC."