The scene: 5th grade classroom in a small Nebraska farm town. Math class.
The characters: 17 wonderful students and 1 aspiring teacher.
[It is halfway through math class, and the students have completely gotten the material except for one or two students. The aspiring teacher seeks other ways to work through the problem to help the last few students understand. The kids are working hard, though, and being great sports about it.]
Teacher: Wow, you guys are rock stars.
Student A(without missing a beat): Rock stars don't do math.
Student B: Yeah, they have servants to do that for them.
Teacher: Servants, really?
Students: Yeah.
Teacher: I just don't think that's true.
Student: Yeah, they hire people and stuff to do their math.
Teacher: I'm pretty sure they still have to do math at some point during their day.
Student: No, other people do it all for them.
Teacher: Well, in this class, rock stars do math. At least until 11:15. Let's get to it.
[end scene]
Confession: I was that teacher. And that conversation really did happen.
I love my students.
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