|Fact practice, division, some strategy: what's not to love?|
|I hoped they could come up with something creative. In the interim we called it, "The Game With No Name".|
|The entries came in fast and furious.|
"Something going on I need to know about?" I asked.
Rich looked at me with a smile.
"Check the whiteboard."
|Look carefully. I missed it at first glance, too. Someone had erased the decimal point.|
"Oh no!" I cried out, in my best fake-horrified voice. "How in the world am I going to come up with that kind of money? I've got bills to pay! A family to support!" I turned to Rich, pleading,
"Maybe Mr. Whalen can help me out?!"
They couldn't hold it in any longer. The class exploded with laughter. It took a few minutes for them to get back on task, but I didn't mind in the least.
"Well," I said, turning to Rich, "There's a little bit of formative assessment for you. Someone in here knows the significance of a decimal point."
And the winner was...
|Second place: "Alligators on a Train: Math Edition". Don't ask.|