Today my students were making posters for a little project called, “Text Features and H.M.S. Cafeteria Expectations.” I know- it was riveting…
While my students were working, a couple of them started complaining because the room was to quiet. (It wasn’t quiet at all.)
Student 1: Miss Lewis, how come you never let us listen to music?
Student 2: Yah, you never play music for us. (Looking around) Do you even have a radio in here?
Me: Nope. No radio. A student broke my old one and I refuse to buy a new one.
Student 3: You should totally buy a new radio. Or play some YouTube or something.
At this point, students started offering to plug their smart phones and iPods into my computer speakers.
Me: I know what we could do. I just remembered. You guys are in luck. I think I have a couple of CD’s in my file cabinet.
Student 4: Is it screamo?
Me: Kind of. Does it count as “screamo” if I was the one screaming while listening to it?
Student 4: Do you even know what screamo is?
Me: Yes, and this is not screamo. It’s New Kids on the Block. Be prepared kids. Your lives are about to get a lot more AWESOME! I’ll tell you what. We’ll listen to a few songs while you finish your assignments, and if I think you can handle it, I’ll let you watch one of their music videos. Alright. Get ready. You are about to be transported to a time when things were simpler.
I put the CD in the computer, turned on “Hangin’ Tough” and prepared for their minds to be blown.
Student 1: What is this?
Student 2: This is supposed to make my life awesome? I don’t think so.
Me: Are you kidding me? This is the boy band of all boy bands.
Student 3: My mom likes this band I think.
Me: That’s because your mom is AWESOME! This was the first concert I ever went to. I was in the balcony and Joey Joe McIntyre threw his shirt up into the crowd. I leaned over the balcony and his sweaty shirt brushed the finger tips of my outstretched hand before I watched it get snatched up by the girl with the better seat. I cried for the last 30 minutes of the concert.
Student 4: That’s sad Miss Lewis.
Me: I know. Sometimes I think I can still feel his magical sweat on my hand.
Student 4: No Miss Lewis. You’re sad.
Me: I know. Honestly, that’s not the worst part. My friend Heather and I saved up our babysitting money. Then we mapped out a route to Boston. We were going to run away, catch a bus to Boston, and camp out in their front lawn. (In my 11-year-old mind, the New Kids all lived in a “New Kids” house together. Much like Jem and the Holograms.) There were a few flaws in our plan…
At this point, all of my students have stopped working and are staring at me with their mouths open, while “Please Don’t Go Girl” is playing in the background.
Me: … So. About that music video…
We then watched the following video, and when the kids filed out the door, I heard a chorus of “Oh, Oh, Oh,Oh,Oh’s” trickle down the hallway. I think I created some new NKOTB fans. I’d call today a successful day of learning.