The last few days of school in our classroom will be Dragon Days. When you are void of ideas and utterly tuckered out from a long school year, you go with just about anything that enters you mind and you run with it. Grades will have already closed so there will be no more argumentative essays to write or insightful connections to make to literary texts. Why not have a little fun? We will be reading myths about dragons, watching some short videos on dragons, and creating some dragon art. The grand finale will be a classroom visit from a dragon, a real live bearded dragon.
The bearded dragon belongs to my son, but I care for him quite a bit and adore him! He is a big guy, about the size of a teenage kitten, with a regal presence and a stunning profile. One of his favorite things to do it ride around on my shoulder in the sunshine when I am out doing some light gardening. My son has not settled on a name for him so I just call him Dragon.
When I announced that Dragon would be visiting the class, I expected a little stir of delight, as much delight as is socially acceptable among 13-year-olds. I did hear one student say, "Cool, I like those things!"
What I didn't expect was this from one of the girls: "Mrs. C, do you know if you squeeze a bearded dragon really hard its throat will puff out and it will scream?"
She is an unusual girl.
"Okay, so you won't be touching the dragon when it visits," I said.
"Oh no, I would never actually do that, I'm just saying..."
Still, she's not touching him.
Just saying.
Mrs. C,
ReplyDeleteFacio haud compellus stellio
For some of those little darlings, use
Wù zha bihû
Your welcome
The other Mr. C