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What fifth graders like

Update 4/13: 13, 27–30; 4/12: 23, 24, 25, 26; 4/11: 21, 22

  1. The mall.
  2. Dogs.
  3. Claire’s.
  4. Orphans.
  5. Best Buy.
  6. Buying gifts for their mothers.
  7. Pizza Hut.
  8. Candy!
  9. Going to a best friend’s house.
  10. Trampolines.
  11. The electronics department at Wal*Mart.
  12. Smackdown vs. RAW.
  13. Nintendo DS, Gameboy Advance, XBox, PS2, PSP.
  14. Bicycles.
  15. Limited Too.
  16. Saving for college.
  17. Homeless people.
  18. Amusement parks.
  19. Giving money to President Bush.
  20. Red Lobster.
  21. Game Stop.
  22. Paintball.
  23. Hot Topic.
  24. Jordans.
  25. Monkeys.
  26. To trust police officers.
  27. Beyoncé.
  28. Bow Wow.
  29. Massage chairs.
  30. Legos.


of course, this has nothing to do with your post…

“The Waitresses” by Matt Cook from Eavesdrop Soup.

The Waitresses

The waitresses
At the restaurant
Have to keep reminding
The schizophrenic man
That if he keeps acting
Like a schizophrenic man
They’ll have to ask him to leave the restaurant.
But he keeps forgetting that he’s a schizophrenic man,
So they have to keep reminding him.

“We Bring Democracy To The Fish” by Donald Hall from White Apples and the Taste of Stone.

We Bring Democracy To The Fish

It is unacceptable that fish prey on each other.
For their comfort and safety, we will liberate them
into fishfarms with secure, durable boundaries
that exclude predators. Our care will provide
for their liberty, health, happiness, and nutrition.
Of course all creatures need to feel useful.
At maturity the fish will discover their purposes.

i like the list, and i like the poems. i am one with liking. thanks!

I second the liking!

Greg…are you subbing?

The poems rule.

I’m scoring NCLB essay-responses from one of the original 13 colonies. They are responding to a prompt that is similar to the following:

Imagine you were walking in the woods and discovered a million dollars—cash!—in a briefcase. What would you do?

1: That fish poem reminds me of the March issue of Mother Jones.

Today’s update: 23 to 26.

My supervisor on this project is exceedingly bad. Today he told me his job was to be “grading” us—a slip of the tongue (and of the mind, and of the responsibility) that’s beyond the pale in this corporate world. If we let slip that we believe we’re grading students, we get sternly warned; imagine how people who care would react if they knew a supervisor thought he was grading us?

Does the fifth grader who wants to give money to GWB know what test he is taking, and why, and because of whom?

Update #13, 26–30!

Coming soon: Where fifth graders like to go!