Monday, December 12, 2011

"There go Mrs. Scott."

After school I went to Subway to grab a bite to eat before the game.  Apparently a lot of my kids had the same idea.  I could see them inside laughing and cutting up but it was after school so I was going to completely ignore them.  I walk in, minding my own business, ignoring the kids when I hear, "There go Mrs. Scott.  Time to go!" and they all left.  They already know that I don't have time for their foolishness so they corrected their behavior.  Gotta love it!

My 5th period class is obviously used to running whatever teacher/class they have because they come in Room 300 trying to run the show.  I don't know why they feel like they have that right but they try me anyway.  Every time they try me, I strip away a little bit of their pride and they act right.  However, every now and then they forget how to act.  Last week they forgot.  They were loud in the cafeteria, loud walking to lunch, loud walking from lunch, hitting each other, taking their time getting back from lunch, being loud in class, etc.  I just sat back and allowed the foolishness to take place.  Today, I pounced.  Today they had to walk to lunch in a single file line with their "flags" up.  If the line got crooked we stopped and lined back up and tried again.  Once we made it to lunch, I sat at the lunch table with them as they sat in their assigned seats.  When it was time for us to leave, they had to line up on the wall, in front of their peers, with their flags up.  We then proceeded to walk back to class in a single file line.  They were extremely embarrassed and apologized profusely for their behavior.  They will be on punishment for the rest of the week.  I told them if you act like middle schoolers then I'm going to treat you as such.  I don't know why they mess with me...

Fun quotes from Room 300:
"Mrs. Scott, it smells like dried spit in your room!"

Kid 1: "Be careful with my scarf. It was $40!"
Kid 2: "You paid $40 for that?"
Kid 1: "Girl yeah! That's real polyester!"

Me: "Y'all ,they're just gonna go ahead and cancel the rest of the NBA season since they can't come up with an agreement."
Kid: "OMG, Mrs. Scott, I got a problem!"
Me: "What?"
Kid: "How am I supposed to marry a basketball player if there isn't an NBA season?"
Me: *blank stare*

Me: "You're Vietnamese, right?
Kid: "Yes ma'am."
Kid 2: "You're Vietnamese?! I thought you were Asian!"
Me: *palm to forehead*

Since it's the end of the nine weeks and some of my kids' grades are less than perfect, I allowed them to retake 2 test that they failed, with their notes.  I gave them the same test AND I gave them their original test to get the correct answers from.  Why did one of my precious babies make the same grade as he did the 1st go round AND miss 12 different questions?  I mean, how does that happen?  You deserve that C you made. Yup, sure do.

Only 3.6 days left before Christmas break! Woot!

Sunday, December 11, 2011

"I didn't know y'all lived together!"

It's been a long time since I last posted.  I've had quite a bit going on this semester, and I've had to make some adjustments.  I've had to adjust to being a wife, teaching honors kids, and I had to cope with the loss of my sexy granny.  Needless to say, I haven't felt like or had much time to blog about my precious children.  I think I've gotten my life in order and I'm ready for action!  Here we go!!

Over the summer I got married. Yay!  I married my high school sweetheart, best friend, and coworker.  I went from being Miss G to Mrs. Scott.  This change has brought about a lot of excitement from the kids, old and new.  My kids this year had my brother-in-law last year for English and they had my mother-in-law for a principal in the 6th grade.  Last year's group of kids swore up and down they knew we were going to get married and were upset because we lied to them about not dating.  Um, #1 we weren't and #2 why are you in my business?  Naturally, they have been full of questions about us.  My favorite question, that I've been asked more than once, is "So, now that you and Coach Scott are married do y'all live together?"  No, we don't live together.  We weren't ready to make that much of a commitment.  Maybe next year.  Silly kids...

Every year I am fortunate enough to teach a very special group of students whom I hold very near and dear to my heart.  I get to teach the repeaters.  With each passing year, the kids have gotten progressively worse; however, this particular group of kids has surprised me.  They actually work without a lot of pushing from me.  It may all be wrong but at least they work.  Last year's kids did jack squat.  And I've even learned a few things from them, mostly illegal things like how to pick locks, roll a joint, and what the new ways to get high are but hey, at least I'm learning... Right?  It's amazing how comfortable they feel with me.  They also know I'll punch them in the throat if they get in trouble.  For example, on Friday one of my sweet babies decided he was going to attempt to skip school.  Of course he was caught.  Who caught him? I did.  He didn't know I spotted and reported him though.  Anyway, after school I saw him as I was leaving.  He immediately dropped his head and said he was sorry.  He already knew I wasn't happy with him without me having to say anything. 

This year has shown me the importance of having a relationship with your students and having their respect.  My kids knew I loved my granny with every fiber of my being.  They knew that her death tore me to pieces.  The Beta Club sold pink ribbons in honor of breast cancer awareness month.  My homeroom alone bought over 100 ribbons in honor of my granny.  It was such a blessing to see them pull their money together to do something that #1 honored my sweet granny and #2 showed me that they're there for me no matter what.  They showered me with cards, hugs, and kind words as I grieved.  It made going back to school a lot easier.  They even made me a card to hang on my wall:


I cried like a baby when they presented this to me.  It's moments like that that make me love what I do despite the foolishness displayed below:
Did you notice the misspelling of bitch?  My kids asked me if I was upset by this.  I laughed and told them no.  Why would I be upset?  The kid couldn't even spell bitch.  Some insult...

That's enough updating for tonight.  I'm going to try my very bestest (yeah, I said bestest) to remember all the other foolishness that has taken place in Room 300 so I can share it with all of you wonderful people:).  Until then, good night!