After a lesson on present progressive and some Slytherin vs. Griffindor verb charades, I dismissed my teenagers and came back to the teachers’ office.
“Meg, did they have wheelbarrows in ancient Rome?” Jason asked.
“I suppose so, they had to get those olives to market somehow. Why do you ask?”
“I’m going to give my kids this worksheet where you’re supposed to spot errors in this cartoon of Rome. So far, I caught the preatorian with the rifle, the bike parked by the column and the girl with sunglasses.”
I took a look at Jason’s photocopies. “There’s a guy reading a newspaper, and this girl’s talking on her cellphone, and the temple of Saturn shouldn’t have Doric columns.”