So, today's story in "Creep Month" is Edgar Allen Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart." So, as usual when we do a story, I read it out loud for the class, using voices, intonation and lots of drama.
As the narrator is totally losing it on the last page, ranting and raving and gesticulating, it naturally follows that my narration also ranted and raved, with raised voice, and beating on the desk like it was a heartbeat. Suddenly, bursting into my classroom, come four hurly-burly youth leaders, ready to take out the troublemakers banging on the desks and making threats. (That would be me, thanks for coming to my rescue! Oops.) I was more softly insane in subsequent classes.
In addition, I put on
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In every class, there were students who doubted that I actually knew a songwriter / musican who'd put out a CD. I would say something to the effect of "So, you don't believe someone as weird as me knows someone as weird as he?" and the class would usually agree that it was a likely scenario that I did.
But the convincing factor was that I showed
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Ah, talent. One must be cute to be talented, did you know? (Well, *I* think
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