I’m becoming Ross Geller in my old age!
Do you remember the episode of Friends when Ross bunks up with Chandler and Joey? At first it’s fun—playing cowboys and Indians in a fort must be the male equivalent to chocolate and, well, old episodes of Friends at a girly gathering. 😉
But the good times didn’t last. Ross had work to do, and his obsessive need for silence (and that annoying hand motion/facial expression combination) drove Chandler and Joey to playing foosball in Joey’s bedroom. Even then they couldn’t escape Ross’s reprimand.
In my fourth day of substitute teaching, I encountered rowdier classes and a more cavalier attitude toward schoolwork. And as they refused to write their papers, I found myself morphing into Ross, pairing pleas of “settle down!” with that obnoxious hand motion.
But as those classes were mostly boys who proclaimed “there is a God! I’m going to church on Sunday!” after discovering that I was their sub… I’m fairly confident that they forgave me.
Now, if only my seventh graders will be so lax…