Remember the student from student teaching who wrote all of the Fredrick the Wolf stories? Well, this is the Arizona equivalent. Let's just call him Emilio.
Emilio is a very creative writer, aspires to be an animator... and likes to blame things on his Evil Twin. Let's call him Mortimer. Mortimer sneaks up on poor, unsuspecting Emilio, and does all sorts of naughty things before disappearing back into Emilio's shadow.
Emilio is very quiet in class-- I never have to reprimand him for talking, wasting time, not following directions, flinging rubber bands in other people's eyes, punching others, putting white out all over everything, stealing my school supplies.... and so on. As soon as there is group work to be done, or free time though... watch out! The mischeif starts, and his mouth doesn't close. Typical Mortimer-- the boy sounds like an auctioneer on speed.
Now, clearly, Emilio doesn't have a mustache to twirl or an eyepatch. I drew those on. Not, in this case, to preserve his identity.... but because half way through class yesterday, he smacked both of these items on his face.
Evil twin, you know.
Mortimer dances with my skeleton. He tells grand sweeping stories of alien invasion. He teams up with Superfrog and defeats the deadly Chameleon! He's a charmer, a bandit, a sneak.
And of course, my favorite pupil.
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