So we've been working on this writing samples ALL WEEK, and today by the end of class was the drop-dead deadline. Still, there was one particular student who early on had been moved to the desk RIGHT next to me, but even with constant encouragement and redirection had yet to write a single word of his final draft. Twenty minutes into the class period, we were reaching crisis stage, and I was grasping for motivational tools.
"Your mom is going to be REALLY mad," I whispered.
He fidgeted. "I know," he said, but it wasn't that convincing.
"She won't believe you didn't finish," I said, shaking my head. He was loving the sympathy. "I think I better get a video of you so she can see what happened."
His eyes widened as I pulled out my phone and started recording. "No, no," he pleaded.
I have him a what-can-I-do? shrug and kept the phone pointed straight at him.
He picked up his pencil desperately and began to write, and can you believe it? He finished the essay by the bell.