I am a truly conflicted individual.
On one hand, as a refugee from the corporate wars, I'm a total techno-geek as a teacher and firmly believe that my students needs as much time as possible on the computer so they can get out there, get jobs, and pay taxes.
On the other hand, I know that turning a bunch of seventh graders loose on laptops with an internet connection is the sort of activity that makes teachers think that scotch is one of the major food groups and a perfectly adequate thing to have for supper.
With some soda water, of course.
Mrs. Language and I are doing a cross-curriculum Science/Language Arts research and writing project. It's a fantastic idea, really, and the kids seem to be getting into it. The first week they get to spend their time researching, using books, the computers, etc., to find out information on their selected topic which happens to be severe weather. Face it, kids love disasters and the chance to write about tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, and other violent weather events is right up their alley. However, this also means that we're combining our two classes into one reference room and trying to keep them quiet and on task.
This is proving to be more of a challenge than I thought it would be. Usually my kids are pretty quiet and focused when they're on a computer, but apparently the end of testing, and with summer just a few short weeks away, warm weather and hormones, it's hard to get their attention focused anywhere it should be. Which is on things like tornadoes.
Case in point.
This morning during our first class, one of our girls, Goth Girl to be specific, let out a whoop that caught our attention. It wasn't the sort of whoop one hears when a kid has stumbled on a website listing the various levels of the Fujita scale. It's the kind of whoop a kid lets out when they've discovered something they problably shouldn't have.
Like the fact that you can go to Google, search for images by typing in the word "playgirl" and you'll get pictures of lots of naked men.
Which get by the district "banned" list because, after all, you're not on the Playgirl site, you're still on Google.
Amazing, isn't it?