Boy have I been in a book....
....is what was supposedly my 'saved draft' on here. I don't remember ever writing such a thing...though I suppose I was just mindlessly typing?
Anyway.
It's so hard to actually like the idea of doing 'your job' when you have shit days. I know that the good trumps the bad, but still, I need some help.
Why is it so hard for me to discipline students? I know I want them to shut up, but for the life of me I can't do it. It's like my mind freezes. My face goes red, I stutter a little and I send kids to the office that don't deserve it as much as others. It's like it takes time for me to actually get the gumption to do it.
There are these 2 boys in the music class I subbed today that I have been warned againt (3, technically, but I haven't had a problem with him so far so I'm not counting him.) I was told in my notes "if they talk, they get a zero. if there are any problems, send them to the office."
Why did I let so many comments go? I sushed this one kid numerous times, and then when all but one girl were done with thier test I randomly told them to be quiet, or quit moving thier chair to make noise. etc. This one kid, for the most part, was being quiet even though he is a little shit. Well, a creepy shit, but still. Every once in awhile he would make noise and I would look over and he would just continue on his art project. I wrote his name down for talking, but it wasn't even remotely as much as the other kid.
I was reading my book and didn't hear the other boys talking, but I could hear artsy over there.
Finally, the one girl says "Can I go to her office to finish the test?"
I felt terrible. Why do I let students walk over me?
I said, "Yes you can, but the next person who talks is just going to get sent to the office anyway.." There, now they know. She nodded and excepted the fact that sooner or later, the noise that was distracting her would go away.
Artsy goes, "What? I haven't even been talking!"
I told him to go to the office.
Artsy "What?! Why?!"
"I just said it was going to happen. Why would you talk when I just said that."
Artsy "They were laughing and disturbing me when I was just working on my art!" (I honestly didn't hear them laughing, just him talking)
"But you were the one talking."
Artsy "I'm not....I'm not what you would call a prick!"
"I never said you were. I'm saying you were talking." (really, i don't know why I was arguing, but i did anyway)
Artsy "If they're talking to me, I have to talk back to them!"
"No you don't. You could just sit quietly. GO. TO. THE. OFFICE."
Artsy wouldn't leave so I turn to a girl next to me and say, "Do you know how to use the phone?"
Girl "The phone?"
"Yep, I want to make a phone-call to the office."
Artsy gets up in a huff and gathers his things, knocking over some books in the process of leaving, "This fuckin' sucks!"
"And now you have swearing added to your list."
Artsy then manages to utter every swear and merged-swears that have been invented. He then drop-kicked his water bottle towards the door.
When he gets there he turns to me and says, "Why are you sending me to the office? Did you need some sugar? Do you want me to get you some donuts?"
I just smile and say "Nope, you can obviously tell I've had enough. See ya!"
They hate it when you don't react to them.
I was so mad and didn't want to deal with anything that until the end of the class period, I proceeded to have selective-hearing and let the quiet whispers fly over my head. I just didn't care. There was 10 minutes of class left.
Sometimes I hate subbing.
Anyway.
It's so hard to actually like the idea of doing 'your job' when you have shit days. I know that the good trumps the bad, but still, I need some help.
Why is it so hard for me to discipline students? I know I want them to shut up, but for the life of me I can't do it. It's like my mind freezes. My face goes red, I stutter a little and I send kids to the office that don't deserve it as much as others. It's like it takes time for me to actually get the gumption to do it.
There are these 2 boys in the music class I subbed today that I have been warned againt (3, technically, but I haven't had a problem with him so far so I'm not counting him.) I was told in my notes "if they talk, they get a zero. if there are any problems, send them to the office."
Why did I let so many comments go? I sushed this one kid numerous times, and then when all but one girl were done with thier test I randomly told them to be quiet, or quit moving thier chair to make noise. etc. This one kid, for the most part, was being quiet even though he is a little shit. Well, a creepy shit, but still. Every once in awhile he would make noise and I would look over and he would just continue on his art project. I wrote his name down for talking, but it wasn't even remotely as much as the other kid.
I was reading my book and didn't hear the other boys talking, but I could hear artsy over there.
Finally, the one girl says "Can I go to her office to finish the test?"
I felt terrible. Why do I let students walk over me?
I said, "Yes you can, but the next person who talks is just going to get sent to the office anyway.." There, now they know. She nodded and excepted the fact that sooner or later, the noise that was distracting her would go away.
Artsy goes, "What? I haven't even been talking!"
I told him to go to the office.
Artsy "What?! Why?!"
"I just said it was going to happen. Why would you talk when I just said that."
Artsy "They were laughing and disturbing me when I was just working on my art!" (I honestly didn't hear them laughing, just him talking)
"But you were the one talking."
Artsy "I'm not....I'm not what you would call a prick!"
"I never said you were. I'm saying you were talking." (really, i don't know why I was arguing, but i did anyway)
Artsy "If they're talking to me, I have to talk back to them!"
"No you don't. You could just sit quietly. GO. TO. THE. OFFICE."
Artsy wouldn't leave so I turn to a girl next to me and say, "Do you know how to use the phone?"
Girl "The phone?"
"Yep, I want to make a phone-call to the office."
Artsy gets up in a huff and gathers his things, knocking over some books in the process of leaving, "This fuckin' sucks!"
"And now you have swearing added to your list."
Artsy then manages to utter every swear and merged-swears that have been invented. He then drop-kicked his water bottle towards the door.
When he gets there he turns to me and says, "Why are you sending me to the office? Did you need some sugar? Do you want me to get you some donuts?"
I just smile and say "Nope, you can obviously tell I've had enough. See ya!"
They hate it when you don't react to them.
I was so mad and didn't want to deal with anything that until the end of the class period, I proceeded to have selective-hearing and let the quiet whispers fly over my head. I just didn't care. There was 10 minutes of class left.
Sometimes I hate subbing.