After all the students had the final exam, scratch paper, and the factor sheet. After they got out their cheat sheets. That is when the test started.
I slowly walked around and between their desks, looking over their shoulders, gazing across the room, turning to look behind me. And then I added a word of caution.
“If I see any wandering eyes, I will give zeros to both people.”
This is generally sufficient. (Well, that and the fact that adjacent students had different versions of the test.) With that warning in place, they all seem to focus just one what’s in front of them.
“And another thing,” I added. “I’m going to pass out Oreos.”
They turned to look, most with smiles on their faces. I held the blue and yellow packages up in the air.
” I have regular and golden. When I come by your desk, if you’d prefer Golden Oreos, the code is I’m golden.”
They laughed.
In the end, only a few wanted Golden Oreos—out of 150 students, maybe a dozen. This is consistent year after year. They love the chocolate, and I confess I just don’t understand it.
As a result, as I speak, a open leftover pack of Golden Oreos beckons from the kitchen counter.