Well, I wasn't sure what to expect teaching 4AP this year; actually I kind of knew what to expect since I had half of my students when they were freshman. Anyway, they are clever. The students had to read a book of poetry over the summer, and then they had to write a poem introducing themselves to the class in the style of that poet and share it orally with the class.
One student's poem began:
a man with a gun
demands that I
take my pants off.
Cross-country, of course.
Clever.
