It seems I would be downright irrelevant as an educator if we continued to read about New Orleans for an entire afternoon and didn't speak of Katrina. So I let them talk. I let them tell the stories they have heard and ask questions. We talk about the donation drive here at school and other efforts.
So they start telling stories...
"I heard a man stabbed his sister in the head for a bag of ice"
(talking over bag of ice boy)"I heard someone got killed for a pork chop"
(trying to get it all straight) "You mean people dying for a pork chop and a bagga ice?..."
And then, child becomes prophet and the truth of the day is known...
"A pork chop is reasonable. I would kill my momma for a pork chop. But a bag of ice!"
5 comments:
Hey! I laughed! Out loud! Hooray!
I think I'll get me a pork chop and some ice.
Thank you.
We all have our price... This had to be fourth hour, right?
In the eloquent, poetic, powerful words of some unnamed OU college freshmen, the words scrawled on a bunkbed in black Sharpie read...
GIMME WHATCHA GOT FO A POKECHOP!
**Maybe there's some cultural thing with porkchops that we've missed.
KM
I have had a pokechop that good, but if that ice was the crunchy Sonic kind...tough call.
Sonic ice used to be even better.
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