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Look@this:
There's so much going on in my life right now (and obviously my head based on the above pictures). In case it's not apparent, that is a sloth. The posture reminds me of that of the chick from The Ring. I mean, I've always heard of them, and knew they were hairy, but I never actually realized what they look like. They kind of creep me out.
Just like my students. They are a trip, but for the most part we accept each other...and I stay entertained (by their character, behavior and smart mouths), depressed (about their value--or lack thereof--for education) and overwhelmed (by how to make the best out of the aformentioned). I now have six classes! That's approximately 150 students whose minds and lives I'm in direct contact with. It's most definitely a challenge, and this sounds so cliche, but it's simultaneously rewarding in so many ways.
They're great kids, just so rude and disrespectful--and it's not a personal or direct thing. It's just general. Really general. There's one sophomore boy who has outwardly discussed his sexual encounters, I swear I could write a book. And yes, I'm nosy, but no, this is not a case of eavesdropping. He wants us all to hear how he "broke" so-and-so's virginity, or how he's gotten caught up in some love-triangle stuff, or how he f*cked so and so when his Mom and little brother were gone from the house. I just look at him and his audience (his friends/classmates)and shake my head. The audience notices and tries to calm him down. He doesn't give a flying fuq though. He frustrates me, because I know he's better...
In a seperate period, I have another student who does NOTHING...and he thinks Nas sucks...so I automatically have a problem with him. Monday, I asked him why he even bothers to come to class if he's not going to do anything but argue and complain. Yesterday (Tuesday) he didn't show up. Grrrr...class went much smoother without him, but that wasn't my intent. Anyway, I know he can do better, too. This is partially why I couldn't/don't want to be a teacher.
I get too attached and I take things quite personal. I haven't been attacked or offended if someone has chosen not to participate, but...it hurts me to see them have such little effort or motivation. The thing that hurts me most is that most of the kids who are underachievers, testy, or just straight-up bad asses are black males!!!! I wish there were some black males (the kids would respect)involved in the program I'm working with.
Anyhoo, today in the hall I almost saw a fight. Two girls were getting all in each others faces, calling each other bitches. It's funny because at that high school (and now that I think about it, probably any high school) you know when a fight is going down [during a passing period] because all of a sudden hall traffic stops and everybody is stopping and looking like they paid money. Yeah, I've been stopped mid-step a few times, and have always missed the action. These particular girls ended up sending everybody off--because they were just playing! Spectators were straight on some refund-type of mentality. Like, "MAnnnnn...I thought something was about to go down!!!"
And this was a classic scene I witnessed yesterday:
A boy walking backwards in crowded hall screaming to another student.
Boy: You bogus, jo! You bogus! [bumps into teacher]
Teacher: And you ignorant!!! Turn around and walk the right way!!
I also, LOVE, my restaurant job. It has gotten to be fun, instead of straight-up mundane and redundant. Whenever I do leave, I can say, the people and place will be missed!
They are so scary! I can only imagine how I would act if one of those were to ever crawl at my feet...or be hanging upside down in a tree around me. I'd...WILD OUT....forreal.
Yup.
There's so much going on in my life right now (and obviously my head based on the above pictures). In case it's not apparent, that is a sloth. The posture reminds me of that of the chick from The Ring. I mean, I've always heard of them, and knew they were hairy, but I never actually realized what they look like. They kind of creep me out.
Just like my students. They are a trip, but for the most part we accept each other...and I stay entertained (by their character, behavior and smart mouths), depressed (about their value--or lack thereof--for education) and overwhelmed (by how to make the best out of the aformentioned). I now have six classes! That's approximately 150 students whose minds and lives I'm in direct contact with. It's most definitely a challenge, and this sounds so cliche, but it's simultaneously rewarding in so many ways.
They're great kids, just so rude and disrespectful--and it's not a personal or direct thing. It's just general. Really general. There's one sophomore boy who has outwardly discussed his sexual encounters, I swear I could write a book. And yes, I'm nosy, but no, this is not a case of eavesdropping. He wants us all to hear how he "broke" so-and-so's virginity, or how he's gotten caught up in some love-triangle stuff, or how he f*cked so and so when his Mom and little brother were gone from the house. I just look at him and his audience (his friends/classmates)and shake my head. The audience notices and tries to calm him down. He doesn't give a flying fuq though. He frustrates me, because I know he's better...
In a seperate period, I have another student who does NOTHING...and he thinks Nas sucks...so I automatically have a problem with him. Monday, I asked him why he even bothers to come to class if he's not going to do anything but argue and complain. Yesterday (Tuesday) he didn't show up. Grrrr...class went much smoother without him, but that wasn't my intent. Anyway, I know he can do better, too. This is partially why I couldn't/don't want to be a teacher.
I get too attached and I take things quite personal. I haven't been attacked or offended if someone has chosen not to participate, but...it hurts me to see them have such little effort or motivation. The thing that hurts me most is that most of the kids who are underachievers, testy, or just straight-up bad asses are black males!!!! I wish there were some black males (the kids would respect)involved in the program I'm working with.
Anyhoo, today in the hall I almost saw a fight. Two girls were getting all in each others faces, calling each other bitches. It's funny because at that high school (and now that I think about it, probably any high school) you know when a fight is going down [during a passing period] because all of a sudden hall traffic stops and everybody is stopping and looking like they paid money. Yeah, I've been stopped mid-step a few times, and have always missed the action. These particular girls ended up sending everybody off--because they were just playing! Spectators were straight on some refund-type of mentality. Like, "MAnnnnn...I thought something was about to go down!!!"
And this was a classic scene I witnessed yesterday:
A boy walking backwards in crowded hall screaming to another student.
Boy: You bogus, jo! You bogus! [bumps into teacher]
Teacher: And you ignorant!!! Turn around and walk the right way!!
I also, LOVE, my restaurant job. It has gotten to be fun, instead of straight-up mundane and redundant. Whenever I do leave, I can say, the people and place will be missed!
They are so scary! I can only imagine how I would act if one of those were to ever crawl at my feet...or be hanging upside down in a tree around me. I'd...WILD OUT....forreal.
Yup.