Today I began my math time in the usual fashion: I put up a blank copy of the homework page on my screen, and asked the kids if they had any problems or had any questions. The kids looked at me blankly.
"C'mon," I said. "Yesterday no one asked me any questions, but when I looked at the homework, some people had left problems unanswered. This is the time to ask questions, so I can help you. It's my job...." Etc., etc.
Still they stared at me. Finally, one of my students raised his hand. I called on him, thanking him profusely for "taking charge of his learning" and asking a question.
"What's dandruff?" he asked.
I had to quickly review the homework, which was about reading circle graphs. Indeed, the graphs all showed "results" from a "survey" about whether or not you'd alert someone to the fact that they had a smudge on their face, food stuck in their teeth, or had dandruff.
The question made perfect sense. I explained what dandruff was. I am a teacher.
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