Last Summer of the Death Warriors

On how books apply to real life.

<We’re reading Last Summer of the Death Warriors.>
“So, do we think that DQ’s mom is a good mom?”
<Class gives assorted answers.>
“Not even.”
“Okay, so we mostly think she’s a bad mom. Does this make her a believable character?”
<General murmurs of agreement.>
“You know those people, Miss, those people, who be like, ‘Oh, I don’t really like you until I want to put you up on my Snapchat.’ She one of those. She left him when she didn’t need him, but now she all up on Facebook like, oooo, y’all, my baby’s sick! Feel bad for me!'”


On being tongue-tied.

<Reading aloud to my students for the third time last week, I began stumbling over the words quite a bit.>
“Ugh. Sorry guys, let me start over. Apparently, I’m tired of reading today.”
“Don’t worry Miss, it’s okay. You’ve just gotta sound it out. One word at a time.”
“You can do it, I’ll do it with you, P-A-N-C-H-O…puh-ahn-ch-hooo…”

On classroom changes.

“Miss, why is the orphan paper board called St. Anthony’s now?”
“St. Anthony’s is the orphanage in Last Summer of the Death Warriors.”
“Ooh, so it, like, connects. I get it.”
“That’s like, cute and lame and creative at the same time.”
“Well, yeah, because she’s a teacher. It’s, like, part of her training.”