During my first year of teaching, one of my favorite classes was an Algebra 1 class. This group consisted of mostly sophomores who tended to struggle in math; many had learning challenges or were English Language Learners. Because it is such a foundational course, if a student doesn’t understand Algebra 1 very well, he or she is going to struggle with every other math class throughout high school. This class happened to take place during the last block of the day, so kids were already pretty tired by the time they got there. That, combined with the fact that I had quite a few characters in that class, made for some very entertaining interactions. One afternoon, I was passing back a quiz that I had graded the night before – the grades were fairly average, typical for this group that tended to struggle a bit. As I walked around the room handing back the quizzes, I prepared myself for the onslaught of questions and complaints amid the inevitabl...
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