Okay, I Am Mad…
Okay, I am Mad…
As a teacher, my discipline is lacking…
So long as the students respect each other and do their work I’m fine with some of their shenanigans.
But
I
Do
Not
Tolerate
Bullying
Unfortunately, I failed one of my students…figuratively, not literally…
She has an IEP…
She struggles in math…
Theory says that I should pair her with a more capable student…
Theory neglects to say that I should make sure that the ‘capable’ student will HELP her instead of insulting her intelligence to her face.
She has been a no-show at summer school for a full week…
Gee, I wonder why…
The only time this was brought to my attention was when my ‘capable’ student insulted her intelligence in front of the whole class…
She hasn’t been back since, and no, she’s not on vacation.
Now, I am a new teacher so if there’s a ‘sixth sense’ that one develops after years of practice I have yet to develop it.
I am also VERY hard on myself.
I feel as though I have neglected to protect and empower her…
I can only hope that things improve for her as she repeats 3rd grade next year…
I’m so sorry sweetheart…
More Posts from Rengerain and Others
Infatuation...
You’re really pretty
Pretty without glasses on
You are pretty too!
Distracted...
I have a tight schedule that has grown even tighter…
There is no wiggle room…
So I find it where I can…
Last night I found too much, got too into it, and forgot to post…
Oops.
Life Changing Moments…
In teaching there are sometimes life changing moments…
One such moment for me was when I first got sucked into teaching ESL.
Another such moment was when I sat in on an ESL kindergarten class…
I met my first little autistic student.
He was non-verbal and hated colors and loud noises.
His fixation was a car…but it was also me…oddly enough.
Direct eye contact and then a hug…
His teacher discouraged it… It was my first day there and she did not know me.
But I did not mind the hug…
From then on, every time he saw me, he’d rush over to hug me or show me something he worked on in class…
This is how I decided that my next Master’s degree will be in Special Education, one sweet boy who changed my life…
Swearing...
Sub psychotic rage
Blood pouring from sacred place
The pain of betrayal.
Hug...?
Hug hug hug hug hug
You’re my favorite teacher
No, no please don’t leave!
Forth Classroom…
I was at a community college, panicking over my BA in English.
So I went for an associate’s in medical secretary.
I helped my friend learn her medical terminology, abbreviations, grammar, and anatomy.
I helped another friend learn about computers as we had to take Windows, Excel, and Access.
All three of us struggled comically over transcription.
The Puerto Rican said that the “Puerto Rican” doctor on the recording didn’t sound right.
The Caucasian said, “Where the heck do you find the ‘send’ key?!”
I felt like the smartest person in the room for the first time in my life.
Third Classroom...
My third classroom…
I taught Shakespeare.
I was fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen-years-old.
My classroom was chaotic and stunk of school lunches.
Once again, the ‘weird’ kid was the center of attention.
Seriously though, how hard is it to read the footnotes?
They hold the keys to the wonders of the world!
Oh Dear...
“Give me your phone number!”
It does not seem to matter to her that she is six and I am…not.
Yes, I started my teaching journey rather late…
Secretarial work just wasn’t cutting it anymore…
Again, it didn’t matter to her that I am several years older…
I am the ‘fun’ teacher…the ‘nice’ teacher…the ‘pretty’ teacher.
What I lack in classroom management (since this is my first year), I make up for in enthusiasm, kindness, creativity, subject knowledge, and yes…fun.
This was not fun…
I had to leave a note with her ‘every day teacher’ that little girl insisted that I give her my cell phone number.
I did not, for the record…
I am weird and admittedly a little immature, not predatory!
Late Post...
So sorry…
I missed my post deadline…
I was in a lot of pain yesterday.
Anyway, I really must look up how to run Tumblr automatically.
But for now, I still have a praxis to study for…
And it’s making me so anxious that I am making myself ill…
It always happens…
My stomach is killing me and I can’t eat or drink certain things without making it worse.
Like dairy, anything spicy, caffeine, sugar, citrus, etc.
Half of my normal eating habits are now off limits.
And I get to endure a full week of this since the test is next Saturday…
Joy…
Summer School...
Summer school starts now.
I already adore kids.
Mischievous ones.
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