Today was the last day of Term 5. That means only 6 more weeks of school. This is the time of year when I notice how far a great number of my students have come in regards to maturity.
I see little things every day that make me proud of my students.
We were playing a game today and the kids had to make their own teams. Two girls and a boy, who are pretty popular huddled together, when the boy looked across the room and say “that kid” (the one who constantly gets on his classmates nerves by making comments that imply he is smarter than everyone else). Without even asking the two girls, the boy invites “that kid” to join their team. Even as the girls begin to protest, he ignores them and orders them to pull up another desk.
I just smile to myself and think, “This is one kid I don’t have to worry about. When it comes down to it, he knows how to make good choices.
On the other hand, this is also the time of year when I have trouble controlling my rage due to the fact that some of my students have not grown at all. In fact, I would find it safe to say some of them have actually digressed. I continue to see and hear things that completely blow my mind. These are the students I do worry about.
While reading part the The Hunger Games, the main character learns some very devastating news, and turns to “the bottle” as a result. The next morning, as a result of hearing said news, and consuming said alcohol, she is a weeping mess.
Student: “So she’s like hungover?”
Me: “Yep. She had a really rough night last night.”
Student: “So girls get all emotional when they’re hungover?”
Girl Student: “No! I don’t.”
Me: “Wow. You didn’t even have to think about that one. There was no hesitation at all.”
Realizing what she had just said, she stares at me for a minute.
Girl Student: “Miss Lewis, are you mad at me?”
Me: “No. I’m just extremely disappointed. It’s going to be really hard for me to look at you the same. I just thought you were smarter than that, and I’m really disappointed about the decisions you’ve made. Really disappointed.”
Girl Student: “Well, don’t be mad at me. You should be mad at my mom.”
This is the kind of thing that makes me worry about my students.
A student, whom I have not seen for over two weeks, shows up in my class today. Aside from excessive talking, and being goofy, my boys this year are pretty good; this student- not so much.
He shows up in my class and manages to do fairly well for the first part of class- granted we were playing a game which kept everyone so busy, he had no one to entertain- but after we return from lunch? Oh boy. He’s in my room for less than two minutes when I hear him say…
Student: “Are you kidding me? You’ve never done that? You’ve never eaten chocolate out of a girl’s butt crack? Well, I guess I only tried it once, but I had to stop because she tried to shit on my face.”
Seriously? What in the world am I supposed to do with this kid?
The best part- the student could not figure out why he was being sent to the office… 😦