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Sometimes spring fever hits my students so hard that I miss their earlier mimicry of headless chickens. Let’s go back to January, when you weren’t all feral, hormonal squirrels.
Close to recovering from hauling 50 preteens across the country on a field trip to the nation’s capital. Yes, it has taken the length of the trip itself to feel normal again. I have not read nearly as many books as I usually do during my spring break, and it was worth it!
There’s no fear quite like teacher fear when you’re looking at eleven “failing to connect” Chromebook screens and there is no backup lesson plan because this is state testing and you have no choice but to administer a test that over half your class cannot access. And you are on a time limit. And the tech department has gone unresponsive.
I had a JOYOUS MORNING okay? Those four fights at lunchtime were totally fitting the overall vibes of the day.
My ducklings, my llamas, my children… class of 2024, oh how I loved to teach you! And I am already missing you, our break and lunchtime chats, all the noise and chaos gremlin energy and jokes and presence of you. And yes, even the cursing.
This is the sweetest heartache: being so proud of all that these young people will go on to be and do, while knowing that I will never see most of them again.
And now, I get to rest, recover, refresh, and do it all over again next year.
Love it when I’m on a long solo car drive, the right song just happens to come up on shuffle, and for the next hour I can script an entire series of conversations and scene snippets in my head. Because then I can replay that magical song on repeat.
In other news, I finished writing something instead of sticking a snippet in my files! This only happens during winter and summer breaks. All my energies turn toward teaching at every other season of the year.
There is nothing that touches the heart the same way that emails from former students do. Just opening my work computer tabs to a little gem of an email is enough validation/confirmation that I Did Something Right.
I save every single one.
And I turn to them, and the notes, and the beautiful art I have saved, to bolster myself through the hostile/homophobic/sexist/racist parent interactions.
I love my students with all my heart.
And I don’t want to die for them.
These truths can both exist.
A brief history of enzymes
My Biology teacher: That's why, if you're gonna stab someone, you should stab them in the stomach so that the stomach acid leaks and they have a higher chance of dying. ANYWAY here's some more bullshit you don't need to know Our class: WTF *fast forward a couple weeks* Our class: *writes eight sheets of paper about how our bio teacher is shit to get him fired*
I'll post an update for this when he does (or doesn't) get fired.
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"The frighteningly frightful werewolf frightened himself in the mirror."
Yeah, this is what I've been reduced to...
Story of my life.
Prompt #1156
“Finally…some time to myself.”
“Hey-”
“Jesus Christ, what?”
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!
"Many neurodivergent and disabled people were tragically failed by their educational system and their trauma deserves all sorts of validation" and "Educational system sets up teachers to fail at fulfilling those need and blaming the teachers alone is not a fair judgement of this situation" are two statements that can and should coexist