Bad Days Evolve
Third year bad days are different from first year bad days. First year bad days are more extreme, more obvious. The kind that scrape the skin and sting and draw a bit of blood. Today was one frustration after another, and was more like a bruise that got bumped into over and over. These are dull pains. Deeper pains.
- a student who, no matter how much scaffolding and prompting, could not write any of his own ideas and thoughts on his paper. After a 20 minute discussion and several opportunities to write, turned in a blank sheet of paper. I say could not because he has a processing disorder (and an IEP), and my co-teacher was out today. I don’t know what she does to get this kid to attire usually, but it’s magic. I can’t tell if it’s learned helplessness with him, or if I’m not helping him. Either way, I’m sad about the lack of thinking being displayed.
- a student who has such a bad attitude about my class that she infects those around her. This doesn’t normally happen in my classes because when I see it start, I talk to them. It doesn’t always end well, but it’s usually better. But not with her. Every effort ends up being a slap in the face.
- watching a group of 11th grade boys appear to be joking around with one of my autistic students during a rally, and knowing they’re probably making fun of him, and knowing how easily-influenced my student is. And when I moved him, the students were later, loudly, saying I’m the bully in this scenario. It takes a lot for me to dislike a child, and I dislike these privileged children greatly.
- the normal group in my room during lunch horsing around and bumping into desks and generally driving me nuts. I was hungry and frustrated and I snapped at them.
I thought the doozy would be staying late at the school for a yearbook deadline, but that was actually fine. We’re behind, but my editors are so wonderful and funny, that many laughs were had. Of course I would rather have been home sleeping, but I really love my yearbook kids. They were the ice on my bruises today, and I didn’t have that my first year either.