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Just finished writing up report cards today for my students. They're doing alright I guess, considering I don't really know what I'm doing.
By the way, if anyone was thinking that high school was the angstiest time of your life, I can say you're wrong. It's pre-school, with the notable difference that your attention span wasn't long enough for you to remember you were in tears ten minutes ago. I see more drama in a day than I did in ten years of high school and university combined.
"So and so doesn't want to sit with me, we're not friends any more." Cry, rinse, repeat. I hate children.
There are occasional moments of utter hilarity, however, so it's not all dull.
For example: a couple weeks ago I was teaching them the meaning of the verb 'to pet', which means to gently stroke with care and affection. I pretty much intended that that be applied to pets, since just about all of them seem to have the little dogs or have a family member who does.
No.
This one kid returns his homework the next day with a sentence that says: "I pet my peepee."
...
He's also the biggest momma's boy I've ever seen. I forsee trouble.
I have a tomboy of ridiculous intensity in my class. She refuses, despite her mother's best efforts, to be girly. Pants every day, and when we do art class she draws dinosaurs and spaceships instead of princesses with ridiculously long hair. Show and tell? Robots instead of ribbons. Her mother had her hair permed one weekend, and she hates it with the fire of a thousand burning suns. She spent the entire day holding her hair back in a pony tail with her left hand and writing and doing everything else with her right.
I hope she turns into a punk rocker or something just to make her family keel over and die, poor kid. She's also a little genius, because she's completely spaced out all the time, but always knows the answer when called on. She hates doing math, but when forced, she's always got the right answer.
I've also got another girl who is smart and knows the answers, but her self-esteem is so shot for some reason she's constantly second-guessing herself. I asked her once what the is good at, and she said 'nothing', wtf. I hate parents, too, they're always complaining about this or that and I do my best to ignore all of their requests because it really messes up my plans. There's another girl whose eyesight is terrible, and she really needs glasses, but it's been a month and a half since I told them to call the parents and insist she get help. To date? No glasses.
The rest of the cast is there. The smart overachiever, the airheaded princess, the big kid who's always hurting everyone else because he doesn't know how big he's getting, etc, etc.
So yeah, that's what I do during the day. Force English down their throats.
By the way, if anyone was thinking that high school was the angstiest time of your life, I can say you're wrong. It's pre-school, with the notable difference that your attention span wasn't long enough for you to remember you were in tears ten minutes ago. I see more drama in a day than I did in ten years of high school and university combined.
"So and so doesn't want to sit with me, we're not friends any more." Cry, rinse, repeat. I hate children.
There are occasional moments of utter hilarity, however, so it's not all dull.
For example: a couple weeks ago I was teaching them the meaning of the verb 'to pet', which means to gently stroke with care and affection. I pretty much intended that that be applied to pets, since just about all of them seem to have the little dogs or have a family member who does.
No.
This one kid returns his homework the next day with a sentence that says: "I pet my peepee."
...
He's also the biggest momma's boy I've ever seen. I forsee trouble.
I have a tomboy of ridiculous intensity in my class. She refuses, despite her mother's best efforts, to be girly. Pants every day, and when we do art class she draws dinosaurs and spaceships instead of princesses with ridiculously long hair. Show and tell? Robots instead of ribbons. Her mother had her hair permed one weekend, and she hates it with the fire of a thousand burning suns. She spent the entire day holding her hair back in a pony tail with her left hand and writing and doing everything else with her right.
I hope she turns into a punk rocker or something just to make her family keel over and die, poor kid. She's also a little genius, because she's completely spaced out all the time, but always knows the answer when called on. She hates doing math, but when forced, she's always got the right answer.
I've also got another girl who is smart and knows the answers, but her self-esteem is so shot for some reason she's constantly second-guessing herself. I asked her once what the is good at, and she said 'nothing', wtf. I hate parents, too, they're always complaining about this or that and I do my best to ignore all of their requests because it really messes up my plans. There's another girl whose eyesight is terrible, and she really needs glasses, but it's been a month and a half since I told them to call the parents and insist she get help. To date? No glasses.
The rest of the cast is there. The smart overachiever, the airheaded princess, the big kid who's always hurting everyone else because he doesn't know how big he's getting, etc, etc.
So yeah, that's what I do during the day. Force English down their throats.