Not on purpose--it is impossible not to catch their snippets of conversation. After I assign an Ode and a Haiku-like poem based on words rather than syllables, the students find their rhythm. I put on the radio. Even the student who teeters on the edge of passing is tapping his foot.
When the song swells to its chorus McKenzie and Sariah, who are sitting near my desk, begin to sing. The classroom fills with music as clouds thicken beyond the window.