Note to self: high school kids are too cool for pictionary.

You would have thought I had condemned my kids to american cheese hell when I suggested that we play a friendly game of pictionary together. My previous classes had loved the game. Why would this class be any different? We had just finished discussing an advertisement that I had torn out of a magazine, and I thought that pictionary would be a nice way to end the class. The object is to draw senarios such as "singing in the shower" or "fighting" or "cracking a walnut," and whichever team guesses correctly in english gets a point. Come on, kids, let's get creative. But instead of light hearted drawings, I got 11 light hearted looks of death. Twenty-two holes seared into me from their 22 eyes. I glanced at my watch. Fifteen minutes to force them to draw. They eventually managed to muster a scribble or two, mouthing the answer to their team over their shoulder, while I just sat there, between Team 1 and Team 2, smiling and encouraging them as hard as I possibly could until the bell rang.