Going through a definite dry spell again, and I apologize for that, but my head’s a mess lately. Last night’s promised Hell Storm fizzled, which I suppose is a good thing, but my students shit the bed on another test again today, making it two tests in a row where I thought they were going in prepared and then they just fell the hell apart. Even my Algebra kids got on my nerves today, and that never happens, and the day just never got any better.
Tomorrow my wife and I celebrate sixteen years of marriage and our fourth anniversary. I wish I was more excited; all I want to do right now is sit in a completely quiet room and stare at a wall for several hours. I need to not walk out of work tomorrow in the same mood I walked out of work in today, because I’m not about to let a bunch of dumbasses fuck up my anniversary.
Oh, and for tomorrow’s assessment (yes, there’s another tomorrow; long story) I’m literally going to put the answers prominently on the board and see if anyone notices. They won’t. Noticing appears to be by and large beyond this group’s capabilities. Especially when the things I want them to notice are hidden in words.
Sigh.
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Yep.
Tally I took the other day:
Repeated the page numbers ten times.
Read it off the board another four times.
“What pages are we supposed to do?”
Me, finally: “It’s on the board.”
“It’s not up there. Where is it?”
Me, finally, finally, FINALLY: “Ask one of your classmates.”
“They don’t know because you never told us.”
Ha.
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I am at the point where I do not believe stories people tell about when they were in school, because the kids that are there now can’t accurately describe what they’re doing that day, much less ten years ago.
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Ha, excellent point!
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