Fear me, for I have the power to make small children cry.
I sent a kid to the office this afternoon. I was not in the most splendid mood today and the kids were being their usual irritating selves. Then I went to pick them up from Art near the end of the day and the art teacher (my kindergarten aide from last year) tells me that they were really bad. I blew up at them. I told them that they weren’t going to have snack recess tomorrow. We would eat snack in the classroom in silence and they would put their heads down until the shortened snack period is over. This girl who is all attitude and doesn’t care about getting in trouble says loudly, "Yes!" She’s done this before when I’ve threatened to take away their outside snack recess. But I’ve had it. It’s May 1st, they know how they are expected to behave, and I’m just done with them.
I said to her, "Would you like to go to the office?" She said that she wouldn’t and all the irritations and frustrations and everything just exploded and I sent her to the office. Then I reamed the rest of the kids out, made them apologize for their disrespect to the art teacher and then told them to remember this art class so that they can tell the priest about their sin of disrespect and not listening to teachers when they go to their First Reconciliation in two weeks.
One of the reasons I like working at Catholic schools: the good old Catholic guilt trip.
We stopped by the office to pick up the brat that I sent there. Luckily for her the principal had left early. I yelled at her a bit, she rolled her eyes at me, and then the real yelling started. I do not take well to a kid rolling her eyes at me. I had a girl do that in my kindergarten class last year and I scared the crap out her when I yelled at her. I had this second grader fighting back tears by the time she rejoined the line. You should’ve heard the dead silence when we got back to the classroom. This silence lasted much longer than their other moments of silence have lasted.
Like I said, I’m done with them. I can’t stand half of them and I just want summer to get here. I’m going to start kicking them out into the hall rather than deal with their disrespect. We’ll see if that works at all. I hate that I yell at them, but frankly, I don't care anymore. I'm tired of repeating myself all the time and I'm sick of being frustrated with them.
31 days to go.
I said to her, "Would you like to go to the office?" She said that she wouldn’t and all the irritations and frustrations and everything just exploded and I sent her to the office. Then I reamed the rest of the kids out, made them apologize for their disrespect to the art teacher and then told them to remember this art class so that they can tell the priest about their sin of disrespect and not listening to teachers when they go to their First Reconciliation in two weeks.
One of the reasons I like working at Catholic schools: the good old Catholic guilt trip.
We stopped by the office to pick up the brat that I sent there. Luckily for her the principal had left early. I yelled at her a bit, she rolled her eyes at me, and then the real yelling started. I do not take well to a kid rolling her eyes at me. I had a girl do that in my kindergarten class last year and I scared the crap out her when I yelled at her. I had this second grader fighting back tears by the time she rejoined the line. You should’ve heard the dead silence when we got back to the classroom. This silence lasted much longer than their other moments of silence have lasted.
Like I said, I’m done with them. I can’t stand half of them and I just want summer to get here. I’m going to start kicking them out into the hall rather than deal with their disrespect. We’ll see if that works at all. I hate that I yell at them, but frankly, I don't care anymore. I'm tired of repeating myself all the time and I'm sick of being frustrated with them.
31 days to go.