Eighth Classroom...
Eighth Classroom...
After a long painful summer of no luck…
I finally made it as a teacher…
Kind of…
Their usual teacher just popped out her 3rd kid…
Hey, more power to ya…
I was a long-term substitute for 5th grad math…
But I have a BA in Literature…
And an MA in Teaching English as a Second Language…
What the heck do I know about 5th grade math?!
Surprisingly it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be…
The morning kids were wonderful…
Low energy, just like me…
The afternoon kids were naughty…
And so, so hyper…
But I loved their individual personalities…
And their general mischievousness…
So adorable…<3
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I’m Trying...
Class Rules
1. Stay quiet.
2. Look at the teacher.
3. Listen to the teacher.
4. Stay in your seat.
5. Answer questions.
Prizes
1. One good day gets you one sticker.
2. A whole week of stickers gets you a small prize.
3. A whole month of stickers gets you a bigger prize.
Punishments
1. Verbal warning and no sticker.
2. Five minutes off of recess.
3. A call home.
Signals
1. Finger to lips – Quiet!
2. Teacher points to eye – Look at teacher.
3. Teacher touches ear – Listen to teacher.
4. Push down with palm – Sit.
5. Hand up – Raise your hand to answer.
6. X with arms – STOP!
Infatuation...
You’re really pretty
Pretty without glasses on
You are pretty too!
Contaminated Gifts...
Booger cookies are
A very thoughtful gift, dear
I think I’ll pass.
I hope he’s lying...
I sometimes wonder what parents are thinking when they shroud their children in ignorance…
Are they protecting themselves from having to explain the virus?
Are they bamboozled into thinking that there is no pandemic?
They vaccinate their son against the flu yet he has no idea what ‘corona’ or ‘covid-19’ is…
What does he think of these masks then? A sudden fashion trend?
At least he wasn’t told it was all an elaborate hoax…
Adventures in Spec Ed...
No, they’re my shinies!
Meow, meow nuzzle cat.
Yum tater tots, yum.
Background Check...
I passed both Praxises
Yet I am so forgetful…
My brain has a fog.
Eleventh Classroom...
It’s been a year…
Still AroAce…
Still a teacher…
Still barely sane…
I went from being a ‘traveling ESL teacher’ to a paraprofessional at a Montessori school. I am not impressed. Oh sure, Montessori is a wonderful learning philosophy but it is not for everyone. It is certainly not for a teacher with ADHD that struggles with hyperfocus. The individualized lessons given are often at the cost of classroom management or vice versa.
The parents who send their kids to a Montessori school do so in lieu of seeking out professional help for their unique or troubled child. I have TWELVE out of twenty-six students who are either obviously ADHD or obviously Autistic to some degree. Two have IEPs and the rest are ‘busy kids’ in their parents’ eyes.
This is a challenge that I have no problem with. I LOVE my students.
BUT I am not thrilled with their parents…
‘I want to focus on this pregnancy’…Yeah, but while you’re doing that you could LAY in bed and work with your son on his letter sounds.
‘My parents are in a motel getting their act together’…AKA, drug addicts.
‘My mom says that this rule is dumb’…Sorry, it’s a SCHOOL rule. No sweets.
The only thing worse than the parents is how this school is run…
The double standards and obvious favoritism is what REALLY pisses me off.
I do my job, I get yelled at by THREE different people.
Someone else DOESN’T do their job and they get praised…wonderful.
Oh yeah, and we have FOUR Montessori teachers out of FORTY.
Weird Kid...
Strange kid, why like me
I’m a weird, childless spinster
Nobody likes me.
Here we go Again...
Oh no, another
Praxis test to take
I must prove my worth.
Happy Christmas!
It is Christmas time
One day I will be people-less
Cats will be my love…
