I'm teaching at a school right now that was named after the man and they had no idea that it was his birthday. Let alone that it was his 200th. Okay, one class made stove pipe hats out of black construction paper. Anyways, I happened to know and walked in with a Lincoln shirt on and a party hat and a few interesting facts about Abraham Lincoln (Did you know he was a wrestler? And that his formal education was only about a year and a half total?). The students (and a few of the teachers, too) just looked at me like I was crazy. (But that's another story entirely.)
And of course, there's always Mr. Nonfiction in the group. The kid that has a fact-bound imagination and canNOT fathom the riches of the make believe. So finally this child looks at me as I'm talking about Abraham Lincoln and says in an I-can't-believe-I-have-to-explain-this-to-you voice, "But he's dead."
Well, thus ended the reading of the lesson.
I tried to get him to pretend (no luck) or to explain that we could still celebrate the day as a significant one (you know, like Martin Luther King Jr. Day or Christmas) but he wouldn't have any of it. Finally, a big smile spread across his face and he lifted two thumbs up to the ceiling. "Well," he said. "Good luck, buddy!"
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AAAHHHHhahahahahaha! That is HILARIOUS!!
My sister-in-law is an actor. I remember her telling a story of one of her friends that had to go and do a one-man show in a classroom. Did all the singing, dancing, and what-have-you that he could do, and then said - "Any questions?"
Silence.
Then one single hand goes up. "Yes?"
"You're dumb."
Yep. Sometimes we hit those real show stoppers...
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