I was sitting at my desk grading research papers and dropping bits of cheese and crackers on them when I heard a loud cracking sound. Hmm, that sounded like breaking glass, I thought. And it was. I pulled myself away from my students' super interesting papers and ventured out of my classroom door. I was one of the first to arrive at THE WINDOW. One of my eighth grade sluggers had hit the ball from the softball field which can be seen in the far distance, and after bouncing just once, it smashed into the window. It's just that time of year again.
Thursday, April 12, 2018
Home Run! Oops . . .
I was sitting at my desk grading research papers and dropping bits of cheese and crackers on them when I heard a loud cracking sound. Hmm, that sounded like breaking glass, I thought. And it was. I pulled myself away from my students' super interesting papers and ventured out of my classroom door. I was one of the first to arrive at THE WINDOW. One of my eighth grade sluggers had hit the ball from the softball field which can be seen in the far distance, and after bouncing just once, it smashed into the window. It's just that time of year again.