At ten o'clock this morning, one of my students walked in and handed me a tardy slip.
"Where have you been?" I asked, semi-concerned. Concerned because she HAS missed a lot lot of school, but only "semi" because it is usually by choice and not by necessity.
She giggled, "Sleeping."
Seriously!?!? I sit here with my eyes half crossed, a headache approaching, and an upset stomach, all from lack of sleep, and she bounces in when she feels like getting up. I couldn't even reply.
I am turning into the teacher that I swore I would never become. You know, the one that has a lecture for every occasion. Who likes to complain about "kids these days". Who thinks that a little less "feelings" and a lot more "discipline" would cure the ills of the world. Luckily, I am still able to hold my tongue. I give most of my lectures in my head. The ones I do give are in a normal tone of voice, with (hopefully) more teaching than just talking.
I so need a Pepsi....
6 comments:
Your awesome! My mouth has a tendency to go off on things like that.
I understand why my teachers were "that way" so much more now that I'm a parent. You teachers have the hardest job on earth!
Get out your flask...
Ha ha. Rich and I were just discussing this the other day. We have some new neighbors who like to listen to their music very loud. It makes both Rich and I very grumpy and we end up grumbling about "those young kids next door" more often than we ever thought we would.
lecture me when my kid does that will ya... ugh!
no slap me please..
Pepsi is the best cure for everything...
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