It is so easy to lose control of the classroom. There I am, actively teaching a lesson, everyone is involved, and suddenly they’re all rolling about on the floor laughing hysterically. It is especially difficult to bring them back when I end up down there with them.
For instance: in current events today we were talking about a local car accident. One of the kids asked about air bags. I said, “Well, I was in an accident once and-”
Jake jumped from his seat and exclaimed, “Did you die?”
The whole class is silent as we look at him. I started to smile — couldn’t help it — and said drily, “Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I did.”
And that fast the floor is littered with rolling bodies. Sigh. I really need to learn to control myself.
Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives in the Pacific Northwest. When she is not doing book reviews or creating curriculum literature units, she is working on writing the next great American novel. You may visit her writing blog at http://charlene-amsden.com. Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives in the Pacific Northwest. When she is not doing book reviews or creating curriculum literature units, she is working on writing the next great American novel. You may visit her writing blog at http://charlene-amsden.com. 
Quite impressive, I didn’t realize a ghost could teach and blog….
Really sorry to hear about your death. I hope you got over it.
All hail zombie Quilldancer!
Silver — I am a woman of many talents.
Dr. John — When I see the doc on Wednesday, I’ll ask him my prognosis.
Mumma — my zombie is actually quite creative.
Half the fun of being a teacher is to have fun with your class. You are wonderful. Oh, you look really good for someone who is past on.
Bill – why thank you. They are doing wonders with embalming fluid these days.
Lucky kids! You were born to teach Quilly.
Kat — I was born to create chaos and laughter. Teaching is just a lucky side product.
I sincerely hope that the rumors of your death are exagerrated. Love you.
ROFLMBO!!!!!!
You know that one day you’ll hear that little Jake grew up to be a coroner, and you will immediately move out of the state where he practices.
Brooke — greatly.
Brig — my first year fifth graders are all driving. That is enough to make me want to leave the state.
Glad you came back to us.
LOL, you set yourself up for that one, Teach
Lori — the news of my death was a little premature.
DaBich — that is nothing new.
QD – please don’t EVER control yourself. That would be no fun at all.
Charlie — self-control is a virtue, or so I’ve been told. As I rule I only practice it around grownups.
you’re mighty active for a corpse.
just keep it up.
You had me from the first sentence this time! (INDEED!) Oh yes… a little math here…
Classroom Sarcasm + 5th Graders = Rolling Bodies!
YEP! 45 minutes shot to hell!
Polona — no rest for the teacher — even after she dies.
Melli — for some reason my students always score well on inferencing when it comes to those standardized tests. They also have a good grasp of both irony and sarcasm.