You can always tell which teachers are really just doormats.
Hey, March--it's not November any more!
In other news, I've gotten a second teacher whose class I will never teach again. I was seriously tempted to simply walk out and go home, and to hell with the job. Sometimes a class is hopeless enough that I'll step across the hall and ask for assistance from one of the regular teachers; and normally, this works. But I had two teachers in with me, and they didn't do a damn thing. Not only were these kids bad, they were deliberately and premeditatively bad, only hitting each other or ripping others' papers up or throwing pens/papers/textbooks when my back was turned. Every time my back was turned.
I left the teacher a note telling him that every kid deserved a referral except for the two well-behaved girls that I felt horribly sorry for. I did not leave him a note correcting his spelling and grammar on his instructions on the board. Even though I wanted to, because English teachers really should know better. And when the non-college-graduate substitute has to help the English teacher from next door on which change should be made to a sentence for the editing packet, something is Very Wrong(tm).
But then again, I'm pretty sure that at this middle school, the "gifted" classes are simply made up of all the kids who don't quite belong in juvie. And I'm also pretty sure they hire their teachers based on their pussification. (No insult intended to actual vaginas or kitty cats.) The teacher that I asked help from? Yeah, he just wanted to be everybody's friend.
Sometimes I think schools should be allowed to bring paddling back in.
In related news, it's really nice to have a husband who bartends on command. His mudslides are to die for!
In other news, I've gotten a second teacher whose class I will never teach again. I was seriously tempted to simply walk out and go home, and to hell with the job. Sometimes a class is hopeless enough that I'll step across the hall and ask for assistance from one of the regular teachers; and normally, this works. But I had two teachers in with me, and they didn't do a damn thing. Not only were these kids bad, they were deliberately and premeditatively bad, only hitting each other or ripping others' papers up or throwing pens/papers/textbooks when my back was turned. Every time my back was turned.
I left the teacher a note telling him that every kid deserved a referral except for the two well-behaved girls that I felt horribly sorry for. I did not leave him a note correcting his spelling and grammar on his instructions on the board. Even though I wanted to, because English teachers really should know better. And when the non-college-graduate substitute has to help the English teacher from next door on which change should be made to a sentence for the editing packet, something is Very Wrong(tm).
But then again, I'm pretty sure that at this middle school, the "gifted" classes are simply made up of all the kids who don't quite belong in juvie. And I'm also pretty sure they hire their teachers based on their pussification. (No insult intended to actual vaginas or kitty cats.) The teacher that I asked help from? Yeah, he just wanted to be everybody's friend.
Sometimes I think schools should be allowed to bring paddling back in.
In related news, it's really nice to have a husband who bartends on command. His mudslides are to die for!