Okay so my best blogging is at work. Sure I should be devoting my every waking moment to my hormone enthralled ass hole, *humpfff*, angel students and their education. But please isn't this world really about me and just getting a pay check... Ha I wish I could truly think that way, dear Lord and your son Baby Jesus I would be in the WRONG line of work if I was just working for a paycheck. But don't mistake if my ass ever won the lottery or some sweet old lady left me her life's savings (not moth balls and shit) I would split faster than you know.
Today went quite well. There are so many random things that happen in my classroom that I honestly don't remember them the next year. I had a kid come in today and try to get me to remember a few boys' conversation the last day of school. His words were "Collins really you have to remember that conversation, I mean it was out there, you sat there saying 'for the love of Baby Jesus just stop talking." Um news flash buddy, that comes out of my mouth atleast 3 times a class period.
Finally my little freak explains that they were talking about being good friends with their hand, what items they would use; lotions, etc. Okay again anyone who teaches 7-12 should know this is not an unusual thing for boys these days. They have no fear of what they say, sometimes I wish I had some fierce earmuffs that would magically appear when they start opening their mouths.
SOOOO... I have decided that I'm going to have to find some way to keep a daily record of what happens in my classroom. Maybe I'll do another blog, but try to keep it anon.
Decisions, decisions...
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