I made up a little game for my classes, and because I don’t have bells and buzzers for the kids to beep in with their answers, I asked that the purple team meow and the orange team bleat instead. So every few minutes today, there were sounds of frantic cats and sheep coming loudly from my room.
Believe it or not, this actually became even more awesome. One of my boys, well over six feet tall with gold fronts and a serious voice so deep people strain to hear him, complained that I was shafting the purple team.
“Ms. Graham, I keep saying, ‘meowmeowmeowmeow.'”
For the next several moments, the only sound coming out of my room was the laughter of 25 students and one teacher. Disruptive? Probably. Deserved? Absolutely.