alysedai

School Grumblings... January 25, 2012 @ 01:24:55 pm 0

Okay, so most of you know that I'm a High School English teacher. I generally love my job. What I don't love is when the school changes stuff on me at the last minute. At the beginning of the year, I was under the impression that I would have two Young Adult Literature classes (electives) and the rest of my classes would be 10th grade English classes. On THE DAY before students come, I was told that I didn't have enough students in my YA Lit classes, and so they were going to dissolve one of them and turn it into a 9th grade class...which I hadn't taught in 3 years. Oh, and to make matters worse, all of the materials that I used to have for 9th grade had gotten wiped from my hard drive the year before. So that was fun. Well, today, two days before the new semester, I was told that they had closed my OTHER YA Lit class. And that now, I have to teach a Mythology class. I have never taken Mythology. I have only a rudimentary understanding of myths. And they expect me to teach 18 weeks worth of it. AND I have no curriculum, I don't know what book I have, and I have no idea what to do. But I don't really have a whole lot of time to plan all of that stuff, because I have to finalize my grades for the semester. *headdesk* Excuse me while I cry over here. 3 comments | Reply

alysedai

Don't you just hate it... January 20, 2012 @ 01:39:55 pm 0

When you think a day is going to end up nice and instead it ends up sucky? I walked into my class this morning, excited to start the day. I'm showing my students a movie and I'm having them work on a review guide. Just some nice quiet time for me to grade and think and fart around online. But no. One student...that's all it takes. The kids have assigned seats. They're supposed to sit where I put them. So when they sit somewhere they're not supposed to, I ask them nicely to move back. This particular student acts like he doesn't hear me. Then he tells me that he didn't know I was talking to him because he doesn't know his own name. So then I ask him again, and he says "No." REALLY? NO? So I tell him one more time that he needs to move before I write him up. No again. So, I call security and write a referral. Over something stupid. High Schoolers get on my nerves. 6 comments | Reply

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