When you only slept for a few hours last night and it’s eighth period, your students find out who you really are. And today my students found out not only that I’m fascinated by gross descriptions (ok – let’s be honest; they already knew that), but they discovered how much these depictions crack me up.
We’re studying Lord of the Flies, and we just read the gruesome scene where the boys kill one of their own. I didn’t re-enact any of the bloody scene today, well, not too much of it anyway (unlike yesterday’s retelling of the mock pig hunt, but I digress), so at least that’s something. But I was so tickled by the very next scene – the one where the dead parachutist walks along the tree tops as he gets carried out to sea.
What? You don’t remember reading about a dead parachutist walking along tree tops as he gets carried out to sea? Neither did my students. So of course we reread the passage. And then, of course, I did my impersonation of a dead parachutist walking along tree tops while getting carried out to sea. And of course I laughed, and I laughed, and I laughed.
For some reason, they weren’t as tickled as I. Go figure.