Every week when I collect my pack to go over and I grab my new Best Friend Forever, I Velleda my marker (which I already had to change once, taking the XL model, which does not fit in my kit, but should last longer, I hope) I solemnly swear that today I leave there with hands nickel.
Markers are a girl's best friends!
What I mean everybody knows the chalk, small airborne particles that will whiten in a jiffy, and everyone has at least one anecdote of the teacher who, forgetting that his hands were covered, hit any point on its anatomy (as a rule, her posterior), leaving the same sudden trace of a magnificent hand quite suggestive and triggering the hilarity every time he turned to go to the board.
The whiteboard marker Velleda was supposed to fix that. Mistake, at least in my case. I do not know how I'm doing, but I always find myself at the end of class in the hands of a minor, a very becoming black, which means that, at this moment, I hesitate even to protect them from cold by burying them in the pockets of my big coat or put on my gorgeous red gloves.
thing I discovered to my second course, when, after a particularly lively session on "So, what would you have written instead of the journalist on that movie?", looking with satisfaction my students leave the room slowly, I rose (I'm still standing course, for those of lower ranks do not get off so easily, but I tend to lean to lean on the desktop) and noticed with some horror, mingled with astonishment that I had left it two magnificent marks black hands, perfectly clear. Turning his gaze to the heads, I could see that they were, indeed, all that was most disgusting. And yet, I did not feel like much writing on the blackboard during these two hours there.
Since then, I'm repeating myself "today mani pulite " loop like a mantra during the three hours before my classes, one second pause when I get hold of marker and hang like a damned the eraser, half past one or two hours later, the result is always the same: yuck.
It must be said that an accident is so fast arrived! You write a word, you forget an "s", a leg in an "m" you pass your sentence in the singular and, by reflex, first write a "-ent" at the end of the verb and wham! without thinking, you use your zolies mimine to clear before grinding. It's quick, easy and it requires a minimum mental effort.
Yeah. Except that little small correction after correction, your paws also become quite nasty if you did not have them washed the week. A bit annoying, besides the quite nasty in question, then sticks everywhere on the desktop where you rely, therefore, but also on your course, leaves you challenge your students at the end of the session, the switch, the door handle, the book you read in the RER, etc..
("Dirty Hands", photo by analytik; source: Flickr)
two options open to me so now: either I'm getting amputated both hands to make me graft instead Velleda two markers (or marker and eraser, your choice), but it might be a bit complicated for my then living off the course (because I try to have a life outside of my classes, contrary to what seems to think my students, who send me their stories at any time of day and night, Saturday and Sunday included), or I bump by wearing latex gloves, but then they already take me for a defect of Punctuation seeking to confine them in the classroom to prevent them from escaping , it does not settle my case. Although, if it can encourage them to make me their stories and their comments made in due time, all things considered, it might be interesting ...
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