Can't Get Enough

So I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I love Barry White. Not only do I love Barry White, but I love dancing to Barry White. Not only do I love dancing to Barry White, I love dancing. And that leads me to what I would like to share with the world today.

I have a policy in my classroom. It's called the "Sing For Your Supper Policy." Here is an excerpt from my disclosure document to explain what this policy entails: "In this class, we ask you to be prepared at all times. This means coming to class with paper, pencils, your notebook, any assignments, your writer’s notebook, and any reading material for the class. If you are not prepared and ask to return to your locker, we will implement the “Sing for Your Supper” Policy.

“Sing for Your Supper” is a saying that means you cannot get something for nothing. Going to your locker to get things you “forgot” or didn’t have time to grab because you were “late coming in from lunch” is a privilege, and you must earn it. If you must go back to your locker, you will have the option to “sing for your supper,” which in our class means you must dance. For 30-45 seconds. To music of our choosing. In front of the class. We will not force anyone to dance if you do not want to. You may choose the other option: go without materials. We don’t do it because we don’t like you. We do it because we want you to be responsible and prepared. And because we love dancing."

So let me tell you about Weston. Weston Marsden is one of the funniest kids I know. He had an unfortunate accident a few years ago that left him slightly...weird in the head. So he forgets a lot. But he also uses it for a crutch, but you can't get mad at the kid because he's hilarious. Let me give you an example: One day, while I was reading out loud to the class, I heard giggling. I looked up from my book to find Weston army crawling underneath the desks and people's feet. I stopped and gave my best "What the hell are you doing" teacher look. I mean, I brought out the pointy eyebrow and everything. I said, "Weston, what the hell are you doing?" (I cuss in class occasionally).

"Going on an adventure." I tried to not laugh. But it really was funny. I later found out that he was really trying to play Hide 'N Seek. He didn't think he'd get caught. So anyway, one day Weston said he needed to go back to his locker because he forgot his book. This was the third trip, mind you. So, I decided to implement the Sing For Your Supper Policy. So, I picked a CD and found the most dace-able music alive: "Can't Get Enough (of Your Love, Babe)" by Mr. Dark Chocolate himself, Barry White. Well, Weston was at a loss of what to do. So I helped him out a little. And someone caught it on video. Damn the cell phones!

And then he posted it on You Tube. And I am going to put it under my Friends Family and Whatnot because I can't figure out how to get it from You Tube to here. I'll put it on this blog when my student gets it on DVD for me. Anyway, have a nice long laugh at me shaking my huge booty.