Notes from the end of the school year...

an assortment of random comments from students:

"Mr. cXt doesn't have a mean bone in his body."

"Don't worry, Mr. cXt, I don't hate you as much as everyone else."

"H.A.G.S" (Have A Great Summer)

"I wish I was in your homeroom."

"I learned so much from you, Mr. cXt."

"I think I'm stupider now than I was at the start of the year. Thanks a lot, Mr. cXt."

prologue

I started this blog six years ago, after the first time I got whacked from a teaching job.  White Hill Middle School, in the allegedly progressive wilderness outpost of Fairfax, California in the County Marin.  I've been whacked pretty much everywhere else I've taught in California.  I don't claim to be be best middle school humanities teacher, but my kids loved coming to school and the projects they worked on with me.  It's the grown-ups I can't stand.  Administrators, in particular.

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