Yesterday afternoon was the end of a 4-day tour of Washington, DC, with thirty of the most exuberant seventh grade boys ever collected into a single group, I think.
I hollered myself hoarse saying, “Please walk on the right”– on the left they went.
The attention span of a seventh grader must be measured in nano-seconds.
When I asked them to please raise their hands if they had a question, half of them would raise their hands and I would ask them what their question was.
They didn’t have a question, they just stopped listening after “please raise your hand.”
At the Lincoln Memorial, to my considerable surprise, one of them got the answer to my quiz question as to why they built it, no doubt because there was $10 involved.
Seventh graders pay attention to food and money, nothing else.
At the end of one especially long day (The Longest Day?), as the inmates reboarded the bus, a parent said, “You are very patient” to which I said (to myself) “No I’m not, I’m just good at hiding it.”
As the perfect example of the overall level of discourse, one afternoon a hands-in-pocket, slouching fellow with a baseball cap jammed down to his ears said “I have a question.”
“Go ahead”, I said.
His reply, “I have to pee.”
“That is not a question”, I gleefully replied.
They drove me a little nuts but we had fun.