"Where Words Fail, Music Speaks" - Hans Christian Andersen
A couple of months ago one of my favorite Pre-AP students (yeah, all teachers have favorites and they are liars if they tell you they don't) came up to my desk. I saw him walking up and figured he needed to use the restroom or wanted a piece of lead for his mechanical pencil (because regular pencils won't do for us math nerds). He pulled up the only chair in my room that isn't connected to a desk and asked if I had a second. Now this kid has a history of asking things like "where did the quadratic formula come from" and "will we get to do any Trig this year"? This is the kid who was late to class one day because he was watching Calculus videos online in the library and didn't hear the bell ring. So when he said "Mrs. Jackson, I heard a rumor about you" he had my attention. My stomach felt like it was going to fall out of my butt (that's two blog posts in a row with a Mean Girls reference for those who are counting). Oh crap. Are y...