Chapter One-Hundred-and-Thirty-One: It Happens
A few days ago, our students had been working on a digital project in which they were writing stories and then creating motion graphs that modeled their tale. They had to both analyze their story and their graph to understand what motion looks like on an x/y plane as well as in real life. My teacher and I were circulating around the room, helping students as needed. I was helping one boy in particular and was asking him some questions about his graph. It wasn't because it was wrong, but because sometimes asking questions helps students think harder about what they're learning. He got frustrated by my invasive questions and began to cry. I tried to make him feel better (because I felt like a monster teacher), but soon realized me being next to him was just making it worse. He was embarrassed! I gave him some space. About five minutes later, he is feeling much better and asks me to go to the restroom. While I'm writing his bathroom pass, I comment, "Y'know, I like