Yesterday we were reviewing for a test over our final short story. I try to write broad questions about stories when I'm checking for understanding because I was always a kid who did the reading and who forgot the details when it came to reading quizzes. We almost never have reading quizzes, so yesterday I read my students a question so they had an idea of how specific the questions on the test would be. It was actual #5 on the test today, and they knew this. I told them none of them better miss it.
Today, during the last class of the day, a student raised his hand. I approached him and looked over his shoulder.
"I'm having a problem with one of the questions. I'm not sure about it," he said.
"Okay," I said. "What's your question?"
"I'm just really confused on number five."
I read the words on his test, and as my eyes scanned over number five, he broke into a grin. He couldn't hold his poker face any longer.
This humor, the end of the year connection, when every person is the building is counting down the days until summer, is the gift of working with teenagers in an environment you help create.