Is That What I Think It Is?

It was a rough week in my teaching partner's math class. Things just never seemed to go his way, and the kids were acting really wacky.

They are generally a sweet bunch, but are our most intensive learners. They're often off task and really struggle to follow directions even on the eleventh (or eleven hundredth) time you've given them.

Hey, we've all had those weeks and those classes.

It's why wine was invented.

So on Thursday he's teaching math to his squirrelly little bunch. They're truckin' along at a dead snail's pace. Students are showing work on whiteboards, and two or three of them are even laying their markers down on their socks (AKA eraser/marker holder) correctly between problems...

...except Howard.

Here's his marker and sock:

At least someone was erect and paying attention in that class.