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Thank god there are just 3 weeks left to this hellacious year. Jared came to my room this morning asking me to keep my eye on 8A for him while he was teaching, that last Friday the kids starting asking him questions and then throwing things at him when he turned his back... I managed to keep my jaw from dropping, but really, I never knew kids actually DID that, I thought it only happened in cartoons and movies.
Of course he closed his door during that class, which makes it pretty hard to watch for something like that without pressing my nose up to the little glass window, which would only make my own class, not to mention his, wonder what in the hell was wrong with me.
So I saw nothing, until after class when I saw him on the floor, picking up the entire contents of the table in the back of the room. When I asked him what happened, he said the kids did that to him everyday. When I suggested to him that he not let them leave until it was back the way it was, he said "Oh I make them push in their chairs before they leave".... Um, HELLO? Which one of us is the natural blonde??
He then asked if the kids were really bad or if it was just him. I hestitated for more than a few seconds, and he came out with "I mean, I know I am not that bad, so it must be the kids". At that point it was entirely necessary for me to be honest without being cruel. I simply said,
Oh wait, this post got interreupted as a loud disturbance came from across the hall. The kids were laughing and running out of Jared's room, and Helen, who was standing in my doorway saw one of them put a sign on Jared's back. Since she doesn't teach 6th grade, she couldn't tell who it was. The second I set foot into the room, the kids dropped into their seats and shut up quickly. Fortunately I must have looked and sounded POd enough to make the guilty party confess quickly. We're calling his mother after class.
But that brings us to the bigger issues - How can one person be so clueless?
I really don't know how I can make it three more weeks with him across the hall.
Of course he closed his door during that class, which makes it pretty hard to watch for something like that without pressing my nose up to the little glass window, which would only make my own class, not to mention his, wonder what in the hell was wrong with me.
So I saw nothing, until after class when I saw him on the floor, picking up the entire contents of the table in the back of the room. When I asked him what happened, he said the kids did that to him everyday. When I suggested to him that he not let them leave until it was back the way it was, he said "Oh I make them push in their chairs before they leave".... Um, HELLO? Which one of us is the natural blonde??
He then asked if the kids were really bad or if it was just him. I hestitated for more than a few seconds, and he came out with "I mean, I know I am not that bad, so it must be the kids". At that point it was entirely necessary for me to be honest without being cruel. I simply said,
Oh wait, this post got interreupted as a loud disturbance came from across the hall. The kids were laughing and running out of Jared's room, and Helen, who was standing in my doorway saw one of them put a sign on Jared's back. Since she doesn't teach 6th grade, she couldn't tell who it was. The second I set foot into the room, the kids dropped into their seats and shut up quickly. Fortunately I must have looked and sounded POd enough to make the guilty party confess quickly. We're calling his mother after class.
But that brings us to the bigger issues - How can one person be so clueless?
I really don't know how I can make it three more weeks with him across the hall.
