Today in class one of my students was showing pics of the transformation his body has gone through since he joined a gym. A very popular kid, he's one of the stars on the football team (WR/CB). Anyway, I asked him, "hey, can you do this?" and I did a lever (perfect form too!) using the edge of the desk. He couldn't even come close to doing it. Another kid on the football team tried it and he couldn't do it, either.
This is a lever...
Tony Soprano understands why I did it.... - (
New Window )
Milton uses a sheet of steel.
Literally nothing humble about his brag
Well, a girl has to have her standards.. Love that movie.
Quote:
I’m sure I missed the joke in there but just sayin
It's called an elbow lever. A planche is with arms straight and is more difficult. I can't do a planche.
Do you teach in Jefferson or W Milly?
Nice reference
Quote:
In comment 16325152 Tuckrule said:
Quote:
I’m sure I missed the joke in there but just sayin
It's called an elbow lever. A planche is with arms straight and is more difficult. I can't do a planche.
Do you teach in Jefferson or W Milly?
Btw, for the most part I get along great with the students, but I did have a run-in last year with a 9th grader (but already 6 ft tall and playing linebacker) who said "fuck you" to me. At the end of the class, I approached him and gave him an opportunity to apologize, which he refused and then got in my face (and kept calling me "my nigga" during the exchange). I didn't back down one bit, because I wasn't gonna let a 9th grader intimidate me, but a month later he got suspended for punching the 6'5" 250lb interim dean of students in the face (he was "interim" because they already had a dean of students and he was hired as basically the school bouncer, but they didn't have an official title for that job description).
I refused to go back to teaching math, mostly because of the 9th graders. I didn't mind the 11th and 12th graders, although I did have one get in my face over something. Instead of backing down, I actually moved a step closer so we were nose to nose, which made him laugh and say, "Chassman, you crazy!" He was a troubled kid who had lost his older brother to gang violence. I wound up getting along great with him which pleased his guidance counselor, the assistant principal, and his mother very much.