One of the perks of being married to the boys basketball coach is that I get to teach all of the freshmen basketball players. It's always loads of fun because they all want to impress coach's wife. Of course they're mischievous but once I threaten to tell Coach they straighten right on up. They also like to crack on each other quite often which is pretty hilarious. They don't hold back either.
Me: "I'll read this passage because some of the language is difficult and I don't want you to get discouraged or frustrated and not want to read. Now, I'm not going stop you from reading if you want to try it, but it is difficult."
Very short basketball player: "Mrs. Scott, I'll try to read it."
Me: "Ok, great! Go for it!"
*VSBP reads through the passage beautifully*
Me: "Very good! You read that passage like it was nothing! Good job!"
Teammate (whispering to VSBP): "Man, the words in that passage are bigger than you are."
VSBP: "Uh, Mrs. Scott, I think we need to have a class talk on bullying because Teammate is talking about me."
Me: "What'd he say?"
VSBP: "He said that the words were bigger than I was."
Me: *falls out laughing*
VSBP: *stares in disbelief*
Me: "Oh, my bad... You didn't think that was funny?"
He eventually laughed and we moved on.
Something fun that I enjoy doing is scaring the new teachers a little with how I talk to my kids. New teachers are fresh out of school with their lofty ideals and textbook discipline plans and they often get burned out because that stuff doesn't work and they can't adjust. I'm not knocking new teachers. I was a new teacher once. I'm just saying... Never mind. It really doesn't matter. If you're a teacher, you know what I'm talking about. Anyway, a kid came over to the teacher table during lunch which is a no no unless you're dying.
Kid (rocking and fidgeting the whole time): "Mrs. Scott, I drank a lot of milk and now I gotta lot of energy and I can't control it. I need some more milk though. Can you buy me another milk?"
Me: "What?!"
Kid (still fidgeting): "I need some more milk. I got too much energy."
Me: "Boy, if you don't get out my face and go sit at your table! You are not about to worry me today. Go on now!"
New teacher: *wide eyes staring in astonishment*
Me: "Girl, sometimes you have to talk rough to these kids for them to get it."
All that take them in the hall and conference with them privately for 30 minutes to discuss what they did wrong and what they need to do to fix it just doesn't work. I wish I would stop my instruction to deal with you because you're acting out. Child... I don't have time.
Have any of y'all seen my teacher body? It hasn't come in yet and I was wondering if y'all had seen it. I'm pooped! There's no tired like beginning of school year tired. The struggle is real for real.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
Because geography is hard
On the first day of school, I was going through my powerpoint presentation that introduced me to my kids. I had slides that talked about my family and what I liked to do. One slide talked about my love for traveling and listed all of the places I had traveled.
Me: "Has anybody in here ever been out of the country?"
Kid: "I have!"
Me: "Cool! Where have you been?"
Kid: "New Orleans!"
Me: *blank stare* "Uh, New Orleans is in Louisiana. That's, like, the next state over."
Kid: *gets up and looks out the window* "Where?"
Me: *face palm*
I know New Orleans has its own culture and can appear to be a foreign place, but it is still in the United States of America. Bless his little heart...
The first day of school is the time for all of those cheesy get to know you activities and to sit around and sing "Kumbaya" with your kids so y'all can get to know each other and bond. *eye roll* Anyway, over the last few years I've been having my kids tell me what animal they would be and why. Most of my kids understood the assignment, but there were those that just didn't get it. At all.
"I'd be a kangaroo."
"Why?"
"Because they jump."
"Do you jump like a kangaroo?"
"No."
"I'd be a bird because they fly all over the place and they get to see everything."
"But what does that have to do with you?"
"I'd be a panda bear because they're cuddly. I don't like cuddling or people in my personal space. Unless it's my momma. She can hug me."
Then of course there are those that are quite interesting.
"I'd be a killer."
*blank stare*
"I'd be a cockroach."
"Why?"
"Cuz you know how y'all leave food out and stuff and cockroaches come behind you and eat the left out food? I do that. I eat the leftovers."
*blank stare*
I was going through my introductory powerpoint and I started talking about my friends and how awesome they are. *Shout out to Bria, Cynt, Keetra, Kaley, Maranda, Mandy, and Robyn* I told my kids that it's important to have good friends in your life because they make life's difficult times a little easier. My friends have been there through 3 of the hardest times in my life: the death of my granny, my ectopic pregnancy, and the death of my little brother. I didn't use the term ectopic pregnancy when I was talking to my kids. I said that Coach Scott and I had lost our baby. One of my inclusion kids was confused by this phrasing. He raised his hand very politely and asked, "Mrs. Scott? How did y'all lose the baby? Did it get lost?" Bless his little heart! He didn't get it. I explained it to him, so I hope he understands now.
We've only been in school 3 days and all of that has happened! Looks like this will be a blog worthy year!
Thursday, August 7, 2014
It's been a while!
Hey guys! It's been a long time (read almost a year) since I've blogged. I'm sorry! I've been so busy lately that I just haven't really taken the time to sit down and blog. Lucky for y'all we now have to turn in lesson plans, so I get all my planning done a whole week in advance. Now all I have to do in the evenings is whatever I so desire to do. Yay! Any hoo, a new school year has started and that means I got all new kids. I've only met about half of them but I can already tell that my kids are going to be pretty awesome. I get awesome kids every year though:)
Today marked the 1st day of the 2014-2015 and I'm really excited about it! I'm teaching a new class, I FINALLY got a Smartboard, and we have a new administrator. A lot of new things are happening! One thing that isn't new is my homeroom. I have the seniors again. Nobody ever understands my enthusiasm for teaching that group of kids and I don't expect them to. Teaching that group of kids makes you learn a few things about yourself.
I know today's post wasn't my normal funny, but trust me. I'll have your funny tomorrow. It won't be a year before I blog again. I promise. It's going to be a GREAT year!
Today marked the 1st day of the 2014-2015 and I'm really excited about it! I'm teaching a new class, I FINALLY got a Smartboard, and we have a new administrator. A lot of new things are happening! One thing that isn't new is my homeroom. I have the seniors again. Nobody ever understands my enthusiasm for teaching that group of kids and I don't expect them to. Teaching that group of kids makes you learn a few things about yourself.
- You learn whether or not teaching is your real passion or calling.
This is my 9th year teaching and last year was the 1st year that I actually felt like a teacher. Yeah, I've always loved my kids and tried my best to take care of them, but having to give a group of kids your all like I had to give last year made me realize that as a teacher I'm called to do more than just teach English. I'm supposed to impact lives. Those kids looked to me for guidance, peace, encouragement, and support. They became my children. If you aren't passionate about teaching or it's "just a job" then you have no idea what I'm talking about. For you, impacting lives isn't important. - You learned how to not be selfish.
There were several times where I had to sacrifice some things to make sure that my kids got the help that they needed. I've had to sacrifice time with my 9th graders, time with my husband, vacation time, and sleep. I would have rather been teaching my classes, spending time with my husband, spending more time out of town, and sleeping. My kids needed me so I was there. - You learn how to act.
Let me explain. When working in such a high pressure situation, I couldn't let the kids know that I was nervous, afraid, or unsure. They looked to me for assurance and stability and I had to lie. I lied a lot. A lot of days I didn't believe what I was saying, but I couldn't let on. I should be nominated for an Oscar or something. LOL - You learn how to REALLY trust God. I mean really trust Him.
I prayed a lot during the year. A whole lot. A heck of a whole lot. Because of it all but 2 graduated from high school. Of the 2, one is working on his. The other dropped out before the final scores came back. When I tell y'all that God is in the prayer answering business... HE IS!
I know today's post wasn't my normal funny, but trust me. I'll have your funny tomorrow. It won't be a year before I blog again. I promise. It's going to be a GREAT year!
Sunday, September 22, 2013
"You look like sunshine!"
Lately, I've been favoring my brightly colored pants over my normal colored pants. Black, brown, khaki, and gray get old, ya know. Anyway, one of my kids noticed my bright pants and commented.
Kid: "Mrs. Scott, you look bright and sunshine-y today."
Me: "Thank you if you're giving me a compliment."
Kid: "I'm not, unless looking like a big ball of fire is your thing."
Me: *blank stare*
I mean, really kid?
A few weeks ago we did our daily independent practice and one of my precious babies didn't do as well as he thought he should. So he did what any 9th grader would do. He cried. Real tears. That dripped on his shirt. Now before you drag me over the coals for being insensitive and uncaring and whatever else you can think of as an outsider looking in, I know for a fact that this was a classic case of overreacting. This kid cried when I told him that I was going to write him a detention if he was late again. The same kid who cried when I told him to stop talking while I was talking. The same kid who almost pooped his pants when I told him he misspelled a word on his information sheet. This kid is EXTREMELY sensitive and I can't deal. I was obviously absent the day we went over Educational Sensitivity because I don't have time. He's slowly toughening up though. I believe part of it has to do with the fact that I ignore this behavior. I also gave him a pep talk. I told him to cut all that crying out and use it as motivation to do better the next time. He gave a tearful and snotty "Yes ma'am" and we moved on. I swear they don't make kids like they used to.
The other day, while taking notes, one of my students made a really smart joke. I laughed because it was funny and because it was so smart that his classmates didn't get it and thought that he was dumb.
Me: "Daniel Defoe wrote his first book at age 59."
Kid: "Daniel Defoe, that's like Daniel De Enemy."
Me: *chuckles*"yeah, you're right."
Other kids: "What? That's stupid."
Me: "You probably shouldn't make such smart jokes in here. Your classmates might not get them and they'll think you're dumb."
Smart kids: "Oh we got it. It just wasn't funny."
Precious baby who didn't get it: "Well, it's just stupid. Who is Daniel De Enemy? And what does he have to do with what we're talking about?"
Whole class: *falls out laughing and tries to explain*
Me: "Y'all, don't worry about it. Let her continue to think we're dumb because we get the smart joke."
Precious: "Ok, we can stop talking about it because I feel left out and it's not fair that y'all keep talking about the joke and everybody doesn't get it."
They tried to explain it to her for a good 10 minutes and it just wasn't clicking. She got madder and madder the more they tried to explain it. I think I laughed harder than I should have, but it was hilarious.
I recently celebrated my 30th birthday and I did what any normal teacher does and took off work. What? Y'all work on your birthdays? Yeah, I'm not about that life. I take off. It's a holiday! My momma took off to have me, so why shouldn't I take off? Makes sense to me. Anyway, when I returned to school my kids and all of their nosiness wanted to know what I did for my birthday.
Kid: "Mrs. Scott, what did you do for your birthday?"
Me: "Well, I..."
Kid 2: *starts singing "Birthday Sex"*
Me: "Get out."
Kid 2: "But I didn't say the "s" word."
Why are these kids so inappropriate?
My seniors took their English II exam last week. They all said that it was easy and they feel like they did well. That's always a good sign.
One of my coworker, who teaches computer classes, had a student turn in this jewel. I laughed extremely hard. Bless her little non spelling, sounding words out heart!
(courtesy of L.T.)
Kid: "Mrs. Scott, you look bright and sunshine-y today."
Me: "Thank you if you're giving me a compliment."
Kid: "I'm not, unless looking like a big ball of fire is your thing."
Me: *blank stare*
I mean, really kid?
A few weeks ago we did our daily independent practice and one of my precious babies didn't do as well as he thought he should. So he did what any 9th grader would do. He cried. Real tears. That dripped on his shirt. Now before you drag me over the coals for being insensitive and uncaring and whatever else you can think of as an outsider looking in, I know for a fact that this was a classic case of overreacting. This kid cried when I told him that I was going to write him a detention if he was late again. The same kid who cried when I told him to stop talking while I was talking. The same kid who almost pooped his pants when I told him he misspelled a word on his information sheet. This kid is EXTREMELY sensitive and I can't deal. I was obviously absent the day we went over Educational Sensitivity because I don't have time. He's slowly toughening up though. I believe part of it has to do with the fact that I ignore this behavior. I also gave him a pep talk. I told him to cut all that crying out and use it as motivation to do better the next time. He gave a tearful and snotty "Yes ma'am" and we moved on. I swear they don't make kids like they used to.
The other day, while taking notes, one of my students made a really smart joke. I laughed because it was funny and because it was so smart that his classmates didn't get it and thought that he was dumb.
Me: "Daniel Defoe wrote his first book at age 59."
Kid: "Daniel Defoe, that's like Daniel De Enemy."
Me: *chuckles*"yeah, you're right."
Other kids: "What? That's stupid."
Me: "You probably shouldn't make such smart jokes in here. Your classmates might not get them and they'll think you're dumb."
Smart kids: "Oh we got it. It just wasn't funny."
Precious baby who didn't get it: "Well, it's just stupid. Who is Daniel De Enemy? And what does he have to do with what we're talking about?"
Whole class: *falls out laughing and tries to explain*
Me: "Y'all, don't worry about it. Let her continue to think we're dumb because we get the smart joke."
Precious: "Ok, we can stop talking about it because I feel left out and it's not fair that y'all keep talking about the joke and everybody doesn't get it."
They tried to explain it to her for a good 10 minutes and it just wasn't clicking. She got madder and madder the more they tried to explain it. I think I laughed harder than I should have, but it was hilarious.
I recently celebrated my 30th birthday and I did what any normal teacher does and took off work. What? Y'all work on your birthdays? Yeah, I'm not about that life. I take off. It's a holiday! My momma took off to have me, so why shouldn't I take off? Makes sense to me. Anyway, when I returned to school my kids and all of their nosiness wanted to know what I did for my birthday.
Kid: "Mrs. Scott, what did you do for your birthday?"
Me: "Well, I..."
Kid 2: *starts singing "Birthday Sex"*
Me: "Get out."
Kid 2: "But I didn't say the "s" word."
Why are these kids so inappropriate?
My seniors took their English II exam last week. They all said that it was easy and they feel like they did well. That's always a good sign.
One of my coworker, who teaches computer classes, had a student turn in this jewel. I laughed extremely hard. Bless her little non spelling, sounding words out heart!
(courtesy of L.T.)Thursday, August 29, 2013
The Bodyguard
I'm a firm believer in teaching young men to be gentlemen and teaching young women to be ladies. Apparently, some of my parents feel the same way.
Scene: I'm walking out of the lunch room with stuff in my hands. The student in front of me (who is not one of mine) let's the door close in my face.
Kid (who is one of mine): "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Did you NOT just see Mrs. Scott walking out of that door? Don't you ever let the door close on her again! Come on Mrs. Scott, I got the door for you."
The other kid was so shocked that he couldn't say anything. Heck, I was too. It did make me smile on the inside.
The boys in my 5th period have taken upon themselves to be my bodyguards. Not only do they make other kids hold the door open for me, but if a kid is acting up and I have to fuss, they come by and ask, "Is this kid bothering you?". I think it's hilarious; however, I think they take their roles a little too seriously. For example, we were walking to lunch the other day and one of my coworkers called me over for a chat. My "bodyguards" stopped and folded their arms while I stopped to chat. I had to tell them to leave. LOL. Is that not the funniest thing?
This year, I've been trying to stretch myself in the classroom by coming up with a hands on activity or some type of game for every lesson. Most of my kids enjoy the activities and games. I had one student who complained that my activities were "kindergarten" and that he'd rather do worksheets. I mean, seriously kid? You'd rather do worksheets than play games? I bet his parents made him read and study all the time and never let him go to birthday parties growing up. What kid doesn't like to play games? Even my Asperger's kids like to play games and they generally don't like being in social settings or working in groups.
The volleyball team lost both games this week and it sucks. The Monday night loss wasn't so bad. They played really hard and fought until the end. Now Tuesday... That's a whole nother story (excuse my Southern dialect). They lost one of their matches 25-8. That isn't them out playing you. That's just you not trying. Because of their piss poor performance Tuesday night, we ran and did burpees and up downs and whatever else I thought was necessary. Hopefully they ran all of that foolishness out and we're ready to have a successful rest of the season.
My seniors test 2 weeks from Monday! I'm excited because I know they're going to do great:)
Scene: I'm walking out of the lunch room with stuff in my hands. The student in front of me (who is not one of mine) let's the door close in my face.
Kid (who is one of mine): "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Did you NOT just see Mrs. Scott walking out of that door? Don't you ever let the door close on her again! Come on Mrs. Scott, I got the door for you."
The other kid was so shocked that he couldn't say anything. Heck, I was too. It did make me smile on the inside.
The boys in my 5th period have taken upon themselves to be my bodyguards. Not only do they make other kids hold the door open for me, but if a kid is acting up and I have to fuss, they come by and ask, "Is this kid bothering you?". I think it's hilarious; however, I think they take their roles a little too seriously. For example, we were walking to lunch the other day and one of my coworkers called me over for a chat. My "bodyguards" stopped and folded their arms while I stopped to chat. I had to tell them to leave. LOL. Is that not the funniest thing?
This year, I've been trying to stretch myself in the classroom by coming up with a hands on activity or some type of game for every lesson. Most of my kids enjoy the activities and games. I had one student who complained that my activities were "kindergarten" and that he'd rather do worksheets. I mean, seriously kid? You'd rather do worksheets than play games? I bet his parents made him read and study all the time and never let him go to birthday parties growing up. What kid doesn't like to play games? Even my Asperger's kids like to play games and they generally don't like being in social settings or working in groups.
The volleyball team lost both games this week and it sucks. The Monday night loss wasn't so bad. They played really hard and fought until the end. Now Tuesday... That's a whole nother story (excuse my Southern dialect). They lost one of their matches 25-8. That isn't them out playing you. That's just you not trying. Because of their piss poor performance Tuesday night, we ran and did burpees and up downs and whatever else I thought was necessary. Hopefully they ran all of that foolishness out and we're ready to have a successful rest of the season.
My seniors test 2 weeks from Monday! I'm excited because I know they're going to do great:)
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Have you seen the movie "Constipation"?
All this week, my seniors have been acting rather silly. I mean, they've been sillier than normal, if that's possible. Anyway, one of them decided to tell a joke.
"Hey, y'all. Have y'all seen the movie 'Constipation'? It hasn't come out yet."
I'll admit that I chuckled a little. Ok, a lot. It was funny. Don't judge me.
Volleyball season has kicked off and we've started our season with 2 wins! I'm so excited for this season because my girls are playing so hard and doing what they know to do. We're going to win it all!
Tonight was "Senior Sign the Wall" at my school. I always get a little misty eyed during this time because I had them when they were scared little freshmen and now they're big seniors. They're about to start applying for college, to start working on the last push to boost their GPAs, and to take the ACT. They're no longer the scared, quiet little kids I knew. Some of them have turned out to be really amazing kids that I'm proud to have taught.
Last week I had to call a parent because her son received a detention from me. Somehow during the course of the conversation she made the conversation be about me and what I was doing wrong and not about her son who was obviously doing something wrong or he wouldn't have gotten the detention. Then, towards the end of the conversation she said, "He's a little slower than the other kids because being an only child, I sheltered him. It's my fault that he's slow." Wait, what?! I didn't realize that being an only child meant that you'd be slower than other kids. They may lack some of the social skills that kids with siblings have but it's nothing major. Poor kid. His mom has made him slow and he doesn't even know it.
One of my favorite parents has a conference in the morning and I think I might go just for the fun of it. A conference with this mom will be the perfect start to the school day. This parent has to be one of the funniest people I know. She gets in conferences and tells stories from when she was a child and how big and tough her mom was and how her mom didn't let anybody push them around. It's so much fun! I usually leave conferences with her in tears because she was so funny. During on conference, she was going over her philosophy for her kids. "Get grown, get gone, and own your own home." She had to come back later and add "and get your own car and leave mine the hell alone." LOL She said they got grown, gone, and got a house but didn't have a car so they were bumming rides. I about hit the floor when she said that. I go to conferences with this woman just to go. The last time I went to a conference she asked me why I was there. I told her that I just wanted to sit in and laugh. But as crazy as she is she knows how to encourage you when you're down. When she found out that they had to terminate my pregnancy, she came to the school and offered some encouraging words and a lot of laughs. That really meant a lot to me. Other teachers don't really care for her, but I love her. I haven't seen her much this year and I miss her. I guess I have to get to school early in the morning, so I can catch her. I'm due for some of her foolishness.
"Hey, y'all. Have y'all seen the movie 'Constipation'? It hasn't come out yet."
I'll admit that I chuckled a little. Ok, a lot. It was funny. Don't judge me.
Volleyball season has kicked off and we've started our season with 2 wins! I'm so excited for this season because my girls are playing so hard and doing what they know to do. We're going to win it all!
Tonight was "Senior Sign the Wall" at my school. I always get a little misty eyed during this time because I had them when they were scared little freshmen and now they're big seniors. They're about to start applying for college, to start working on the last push to boost their GPAs, and to take the ACT. They're no longer the scared, quiet little kids I knew. Some of them have turned out to be really amazing kids that I'm proud to have taught.
Last week I had to call a parent because her son received a detention from me. Somehow during the course of the conversation she made the conversation be about me and what I was doing wrong and not about her son who was obviously doing something wrong or he wouldn't have gotten the detention. Then, towards the end of the conversation she said, "He's a little slower than the other kids because being an only child, I sheltered him. It's my fault that he's slow." Wait, what?! I didn't realize that being an only child meant that you'd be slower than other kids. They may lack some of the social skills that kids with siblings have but it's nothing major. Poor kid. His mom has made him slow and he doesn't even know it.
One of my favorite parents has a conference in the morning and I think I might go just for the fun of it. A conference with this mom will be the perfect start to the school day. This parent has to be one of the funniest people I know. She gets in conferences and tells stories from when she was a child and how big and tough her mom was and how her mom didn't let anybody push them around. It's so much fun! I usually leave conferences with her in tears because she was so funny. During on conference, she was going over her philosophy for her kids. "Get grown, get gone, and own your own home." She had to come back later and add "and get your own car and leave mine the hell alone." LOL She said they got grown, gone, and got a house but didn't have a car so they were bumming rides. I about hit the floor when she said that. I go to conferences with this woman just to go. The last time I went to a conference she asked me why I was there. I told her that I just wanted to sit in and laugh. But as crazy as she is she knows how to encourage you when you're down. When she found out that they had to terminate my pregnancy, she came to the school and offered some encouraging words and a lot of laughs. That really meant a lot to me. Other teachers don't really care for her, but I love her. I haven't seen her much this year and I miss her. I guess I have to get to school early in the morning, so I can catch her. I'm due for some of her foolishness.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Bye Mrs. Scott
Yesterday, during 4th period we were working on combining sentences and I called on a student to come to the board. I mispronounced her name because well, I don't understand certain types of names. Anyhoo, another student decided that she was going to correct me, so I had to hit her with a "Bye Felicia." The other kids stopped working and looked at each other, then looked at me. Uh, yes, I've seen "Friday" and yes I know who Felicia is. I guess they didn't expect their teacher to be so cool. LOL
Later that same period, the kids were doing something and apparently I made a lame joke. The kids hit me with a "Bye Mrs. Scott." I couldn't do anything but laugh.
The beginning of every school year is rough on a teacher's body. Our bodies have become accustomed to lounging around by the pool or on the beach, to taking naps in the middle of the day, and to being just plain lazy. The exhaustion makes it difficult to get up and put some effort in getting dressed. Yesterday, I dressed down in my khakis and polo shirt because it was easy and comfortable. Apparently, my choice of outfit was unacceptable in the eyes of my students.
Kid 1: *whispering* "Is that Mrs. Scott?"
Kid 2: *whispering* "I think so."
*Both lean around to see my face*
Kid 1: *whispering* "Yeah, that's her."
Kid 2: "Hey Mrs. Scott!"
Me: "Hey, y'all!"
Kid 1: "We thought that was you, but we weren't sure. You look like one of us!"
Me: "Nope, not one of y'all, it's me! I just didn't feel like getting all fancy today, so I put on my khakis and a polo and called it a day."
Kid 1: "Now Mrs. Scott, that is just unacceptable. You're a veteran! You should know better. You're supposed to set the example for the new teachers. You need to get it together because you need to do better."
Me: *confused*
I mean, really?! Did I just get reprimanded by 2 juniors? I thought I looked fine. I guess I'll be fancy from here on out.
Ninth graders can be really funny. Most of the time it's unintentional, but it's still funny. Today, one of my sweet babies was late to school. Once he made it to school, he came to class. I looked at him kind of funny when he walked in late, but I didn't make a big deal about it. We got started on our work for the day then moved to our kinesthetic activity (eat your heart out Marzano). Late kid got in a group and started working. His group finished the activity 1st and was awarded 20 bonus points to use throughout the 9 weeks. As I was making note of who won, it dawned on me that he was in the wrong class. That was the reason for the funny look. In my defense, they've been changing schedules a lot these last few days, so I wasn't 100% sure which class he was in. Anyway, when I realized that he was in the wrong class, I started to tell him and he cut me off. He said he knew he didn't recognize anybody in the class, but he didn't know why. Y'all, he sat in my class almost an hour before he realized that he was in the wrong class! I wrote him a pass and sent him on his way. Poor thing had to come back to my class the next block and listen to the same thing again.
My seniors are working so hard for me. I'm really excited! They're going to knock this state test out the water! In Jesus' name! Amen!
Later that same period, the kids were doing something and apparently I made a lame joke. The kids hit me with a "Bye Mrs. Scott." I couldn't do anything but laugh.
The beginning of every school year is rough on a teacher's body. Our bodies have become accustomed to lounging around by the pool or on the beach, to taking naps in the middle of the day, and to being just plain lazy. The exhaustion makes it difficult to get up and put some effort in getting dressed. Yesterday, I dressed down in my khakis and polo shirt because it was easy and comfortable. Apparently, my choice of outfit was unacceptable in the eyes of my students.
Kid 1: *whispering* "Is that Mrs. Scott?"
Kid 2: *whispering* "I think so."
*Both lean around to see my face*
Kid 1: *whispering* "Yeah, that's her."
Kid 2: "Hey Mrs. Scott!"
Me: "Hey, y'all!"
Kid 1: "We thought that was you, but we weren't sure. You look like one of us!"
Me: "Nope, not one of y'all, it's me! I just didn't feel like getting all fancy today, so I put on my khakis and a polo and called it a day."
Kid 1: "Now Mrs. Scott, that is just unacceptable. You're a veteran! You should know better. You're supposed to set the example for the new teachers. You need to get it together because you need to do better."
Me: *confused*
I mean, really?! Did I just get reprimanded by 2 juniors? I thought I looked fine. I guess I'll be fancy from here on out.
Ninth graders can be really funny. Most of the time it's unintentional, but it's still funny. Today, one of my sweet babies was late to school. Once he made it to school, he came to class. I looked at him kind of funny when he walked in late, but I didn't make a big deal about it. We got started on our work for the day then moved to our kinesthetic activity (eat your heart out Marzano). Late kid got in a group and started working. His group finished the activity 1st and was awarded 20 bonus points to use throughout the 9 weeks. As I was making note of who won, it dawned on me that he was in the wrong class. That was the reason for the funny look. In my defense, they've been changing schedules a lot these last few days, so I wasn't 100% sure which class he was in. Anyway, when I realized that he was in the wrong class, I started to tell him and he cut me off. He said he knew he didn't recognize anybody in the class, but he didn't know why. Y'all, he sat in my class almost an hour before he realized that he was in the wrong class! I wrote him a pass and sent him on his way. Poor thing had to come back to my class the next block and listen to the same thing again.
My seniors are working so hard for me. I'm really excited! They're going to knock this state test out the water! In Jesus' name! Amen!
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