For the
2nd writing class I conducted, one of the break-out sessions for
students to discuss each other’s papers had to be at 9am, since that was the
only time that worked with everyone’s schedules.
So, I
bought donuts for everyone, including these really nice maple donuts with
crumbled bacon on top, that hipsters had commissioned from a long-time bakery
in my new neighborhood.
To figure
out the order of discussion, I have every writing class break-out session guess a number for an interesting or at least unexpected numerical question...
For
example, in past groups, I asked them how old I was when I 1st read
“Middlemarch”, how old I was when I read “David Copperfield”, what year my
father was born in, etc., which is fun, though one kid thought I was 13 when I
first read “Middlemarch”! I told them it
was like the old Dave Barry comment, that he was inside practicing trombone
while all the other kids were outside learning how to French kiss.
Anyhow, for this
group, I gestured grandiosely to the pile of donuts in front of them, and asked
them to guess how much they all cost.
One
(white) kid who’s from Manhattan and who is a bit intense and very competitive was way
off, and guessed like $15, when the real answer was $7.40.
After I
announced the rankings and he was last and I paused to transition to class, he
then raised his hand, and I called on him.
“The
reason I was off,” he was like, “was because I was thinking of New York prices.”
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