Paying our Respects

What would YOU do if your most loved book character up and died on you?

You'd throw a funeral for him. 
Naturally.

And thus we did for our friend James Gatsby, also known as The Great Gatsby himself.  (***Spoiler alert.***)  Wait, was I supposed to give that info before he died?  I get so confused sometimes.  My bad.

Such an occassion required appropriate dress.
Black.

Next step:  get a body.  Then some flowers.  Maybe a couple of pictures of our old buddy.

(Under the sheet is a bedspread and a volleyball. Nothing more. Nothing less. I am not some kind of freak who drags in dead bodies for literature lessons. Just a creative genius.)

Below is my class paying our respects to the old man.  They all had to contribute to the funeral, giving speeches, writing letters, reading obituaries, etc.  You better believe they knocked the ball out of the park because that is just the type of students they are.




There is a teacher somewhere in this mix.  Can you find her?
(Hint:  Look for peace signs)

At noon I had the brilliant idea to hide a kid under the sheet to scare the students when they came back from lunch.  You might think I'm mean to always be pranking my students like this, but they deserve it, do you hear me?  THEY DESERVE IT FOR THE GRIEF THEY GIVE ME!

There is a real kid under this desk now.  Can you tell the different from the earlier picture?

And because my student aide is awesome, we caught the whole thing on film.  Enjoy it and thank me later for the hearty laugh.  The first 20 seconds is really all you need to get the good stuff.  (Actually you might want to go to 0:24 where a girl says over and over "That's not funny!"  Oh- and at 0:35 you can see me literally double over in laughter.  It was good.  Good, I tell you.)

These young kids are just too easily fooled, can you blame me?

Now answer me this.  Is there anything better than watching a teacher scare the living daylights out of a class of 40 punk teenagers?

I'll answer for you.

No. 

There is not.