He was asleep in the back which meant, so long as he appeared to be breathing, I let him sleep and carried on with class. Ten minutes into class he finally woke up and realized he was somewhere.

(Note: If he hadn’t been breathing, I would have contacted proper authorities rather than continuing with class.)

The last day of the term is, traditionally, whether I want to or not, a day for study and/or play. The students finish review lessons and, in theory, are supposed to make pairs and practice things out of the book, but in practice they end up playing various rock-paper-scissors games and a version of football with erasers.

Today my classes were mostly outside of their homerooms which means students didn’t have easy access to their stuff. Despite my suggestion to always bring something to study for when they’re done with they’re assignments, the students never bring anything to study except when it costs them points. (Long story.)

Because it was the last day if the term, and I’m ready to be done with classes and get into exams and summer vacation, I did the equivalent of phoning in a lesson even though I was present in the classroom. This meant I checked assignments and answered questions and mostly ignored what was going on so long as sports and/or violence weren’t involved.

Or singing. I don’t allow singing.