The Ranting Never Stops
Thank you JED for giving me an outlet for times when pretending just doesn’t cut it.
If you need to rant you should tell him – it feels great!
Here are my rants.
Lack of preparation = no emergency here
The end of the school year is fast approaching and just when you’d think kids would step it up (because I’ve done a detailed lesson on how to determine what you need for the last grading period and your final exam to achieve your goal) they do the opposite. The only effort I’ve seen this week is actually bringing your own ear buds and remembering a jacket because I crank the AC in an attempt to keep them awake.
Today, a kid had the audacity to get huffy with me because I wouldn’t stop what I was doing to help him get caught up on his math. Yes, I’m a teacher – that’s my job. But I also have 12 other yahoos in my room that if I turn my back they will fashion shanks from straws and put tater-tots in my coffee.
I need help.
Can you show me your notes?
I didn’t take any.
Exactly! No wonder you made a 47% on the homework and can’t do the quiz. Maybe if you would pay attention during the lectures and not sleep or surf the web for ridiculous youtube videos…
Why can’t you just help me?
Why can’t you just help yourself?!
*chanting to self* 9 more days, 9 more days, anyone can do anything for 9 more days…
I know someone is guilty!
I work at a Disciplinary Alternative Education Program – that’s code for the school where you go when you get kicked off your home campus and the step right before kid jail. So you can imagine the beauts we have. The more upset and pissed off they are about doing work the bigger the compliment. Today I received the ultimate compliment: a prize in my coffee.
Now I’ve been teaching awhile so it’s pretty hard to pull one over on me. I knew something was up but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. After 20ish minutes of playing classroom Clue in my head, one of my students was playing discreet Charades with me (he was very good by the way) and I knew not to drink from my cup. The irony…our rooms are under video and audio surveillance.
These kids are dumb D-U-M! 😉
So in true teacher fashion we picked the most guilty looking and said, “would you like to explain this or should we just call Officer Williams now”. He caved before we could even get to the good part on the video…where he put a…tater tot in my cup. REALLY?!?!?! That’s all you got? You have a felony ticket and this is your 5th time being in DAEP and all you could come up with was to put a tater tot in my coffee?!?!?
I’m so disappointed.
Stretch it out on your own time!
So today is play-day at my daughter’s school (don’t even get me started on how much time they have been practicing for this school-against-school competition – that’s an entirely different rant). Her back pack weighed a ton, she was stretching in the middle of the kitchen (don’t ask) and she smelled like the entrance of our local swim park (is it possible to put on too much sunscreen?)
My only question, that’s sure to encompass everything…”why?” You don’t have time for her response (23 minutes), the short version:
PE teachers aren’t allowed to tell them to stretch or drink water. WHAT?!?!
Do I even want to know?
No, is the answer I’m going with today.
I am new to blogging but I’m trying to put my best foot forward. My forte is in math, but I appreciate the rules that go along with written delivery.
I love me some technology, but auto correct can’t fix stupid.
Come on people! Capitals and punctuation are 2nd grade material. You can’t expect me to take you seriously when you refer to yourself as i.
I ran across these rants today from Release the Mind. Yep! Agree! Spot on! And ditto!