And wave em like you just don’t care!
Which I am.
Because I don’t.
Being a teacher is hard, yall. Especially to spoiled, arrogant children.
Not all of them are bad, but some are. I honestly believe a hand full of these kids wouldn’t spit on someone if they were on fire.
This is especially true for my 9th graders. Two of the four classes are just hopeless. It’s not like they can’t do the work, they just won’t. I’ve tried everything. Picking up unfinished activities in the main course English book, playing games, watching videos, teaching something else in English (e.g. Slavery in the US), projects, the works. Nothing. Works.
And I’m sad, because there are at least three students that are actually interested in the topics and want to learn. They even apologize for the others’ bad behavior. But if I have to call the counselor and the principal five times because they are so incredibly rude (I mean, standing in class, shouting to each other, sleeping, talking back in turkish as if I dont understand), I’m not going to waste my time.
I did my best. I’m just going to be a babysitter for the 40 minutes that class takes in a week. Usually the good students gravitate to me and practice their English 1 on 1 with me anyway.
Because this negativity just isn’t conducive to my 2017 resolutions.