I know I complain a lot in my posts about bratty kids and the woes of being a junior high teacher. But truly, I am blessed. Blessed to have this job, blessed to have a place to live, clothes to wear, money to spend on things like random pedicures, movie rentals, and cheap pizza. God has placed me here for a reason, though I can't see it because I am a tiny ant in this universe. Some days it's hard for me to not to question why I am here in X, Texas, teaching this exact group of kids, this exact year. I dunno. I probably won't ever.
But I do know that sometimes God lights up my day when he let's laughter into my classroom. Usually in the form of me laughing at my kids, not with them. I crack myself up a lot. It's nice having that ability when you are the only adult you see for the majority of the day.
Like for instance, 7:50am. Standing in the hall greeting my babies as they walk through the door while simultaneously yelling at kids to take their hats off, get out of the bathroom, and pull their pants up, I look across the hall into Mrs. T's room and see two of my girls practicing their dance routine. One of their friends (a complete sweetheart who greets me every morning with a "How you doin Ms. Angry Teacher having a nice day?" all in one breath with this crazy accent) is dancing with them but obviously not in the routine with them. She is waving her arms and gyrating while the other two girls are badly dancing next to her, swaying their hips and rotating in a circle. They look absolutely ridiculous but don't know it. They think they are awesome...remember this is not even 8 in the morning. I started laughing and they saw me, I hope their feelings weren't hurt, but wow, it was definitely a sight to see.
Or my Trouble Maker # 2 acting like an old man. I am so thankful that a coworker pointed this out to me or I probably wouldn't be able to deal with the little turd. The kid sleeps in class, can't wake up, is always complaining about something, is super gripey, and always has to pee. Just like my grandpa. Ha.
In our tutorial period, one of my kids who refuses to read his book or do homework is usually a pain in the ass, but last week he saw a spray bottle full of cleaner and paper towels at the front of the room. For some reason he started cleaning ALL the desks and chairs, the board, the cabinets, and the windows. He is this tiny little boy and he enlisted the help of the tallest, most mature boy in the classroom to help him. They were racing around the room spraying cleaner on other students' desks (while they were still seated in them) and just being plain silly. I don't know why it made me laugh so much, but I couldn't keep a huge grin off my face. Then the little cleaner asked for a tip so I gave him a penny. ha. cheap labor. mwhahaha
I know I know, these aren't that funny to you dear reader, but I work with what I got, and my students are all I have during the work week. But then, I also find the podcasts Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me and CarTalk absolutely hilarious.
There are jokers in almost all my classes, so I am usually entertained throughout the day when I'm not busy chastising them about homework or being tardy or trying to yell over the din of 20 fourteen year olds.
besides, I have only 32.5 days till this year is over and I plan to at least enjoy most of it. Why spend my work week waiting till the weekend to have fun when I could just decide to be happy and joyful at every moment?
-tha angry teacher
tha angry teacher
ramblings of a public school teacher and her outlets of creativity
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Never Have I Ever: 8th Grade Edition
This week, after tedious state testing (THANKS IGNORANT POLICY MAKERS) my group of testing kids had to spend the rest of the day with me on Tuesday and Wednesday. After cards, Scrabble (surprisingly popular among 14 year old ESL boys), and facing the next two hours cell phone and mp3 playerless, a group of the kids decided to play Never Have I Ever.
For all you oldies out there, Never Have I Ever is actually a drinking game in which you hold up five fingers and the group goes around the [beer soaked]table starting sentences off with "Never have I ever..." The point is to find out as much embarrassing stuff about your friends as possible. If you have done that thing, then you put down one of your fingers and take a chug. The first person with all five fingers down, meaning that they have done at least 5 of the activities the other people have said that they have never participated in, has to chug an entire drink.
Of course my students wanted to play so that they looked the most bad ass and whoever wins was the first person with all 10 fingers down (they used both hands the lil daredevils)
It was highly amusing at first because the "cool" kids kicked out the "goody-goody" kids into their own circle. Then the whispering began. I pretended to read The Knife of Never Letting Go by Ness but kept my ears trained in the two circles' direction.
Started off innocently enough
"Never have I ever been out of Texas."
"Never have I ever cheated on a test."
"Never have I ever drank a sip of alcohol."
woah, wait, things are getting progressively raunchier
"Never have I ever been drunk."
"Never have I ever smoked [pot]."
"Never have I ever had a fantasy about Jessi."
ooo, yuck vomit gag
I never want to imagine one of my students jacking off. Please stab my eyes out.
Only FORTY more school days!
have a peaceful weekend,
-thaangryteacher
For all you oldies out there, Never Have I Ever is actually a drinking game in which you hold up five fingers and the group goes around the [beer soaked]table starting sentences off with "Never have I ever..." The point is to find out as much embarrassing stuff about your friends as possible. If you have done that thing, then you put down one of your fingers and take a chug. The first person with all five fingers down, meaning that they have done at least 5 of the activities the other people have said that they have never participated in, has to chug an entire drink.
Of course my students wanted to play so that they looked the most bad ass and whoever wins was the first person with all 10 fingers down (they used both hands the lil daredevils)
It was highly amusing at first because the "cool" kids kicked out the "goody-goody" kids into their own circle. Then the whispering began. I pretended to read The Knife of Never Letting Go by Ness but kept my ears trained in the two circles' direction.
Started off innocently enough
"Never have I ever been out of Texas."
"Never have I ever cheated on a test."
"Never have I ever drank a sip of alcohol."
woah, wait, things are getting progressively raunchier
"Never have I ever been drunk."
"Never have I ever smoked [pot]."
"Never have I ever had a fantasy about Jessi."
ooo, yuck vomit gag
I never want to imagine one of my students jacking off. Please stab my eyes out.
Only FORTY more school days!
have a peaceful weekend,
-thaangryteacher
Friday, March 9, 2012
Guide to Teenage Slang
Guide to Teenage Slang:
Cool is out. Clean
is in.
Except you pronounce it [CLANG] not [CLEAN].
Example: Dude your “Sexy and I know It” shirt is clean[CLANG].
That bacon maple doughnut is clean[CLANG]!
Beast.
Same use as “Clean”. An adjective that describes something
or someone who is awesome.
Example: I’m a beast!
Last night we watched Paranormal Activity and it was
beast yo!
Wey.
This is Spanish for dude, man, brother.
Often used in conjunction with a cuss word.
Example: Pinch* wey! Get outta my way!
Nasty.
An adjective to describe something completely utterly disgusting. Also references sex.
Example: This homework is nasty!
They did the nasty last night!
Friday, February 17, 2012
Friday!!!
For some reason, this week has been really short feeling and flew by. Even though I've been sick with a cold/flu that morphed into the beginnings of bronchitis, this week hasn't been terrible. But maybe it's because of the drama of last week with the kids-I'll explain in a minute-and run down with this sickness, I am SO happy today is Friday. I can't even imagine having to come to work one more day this week.
About the sexual harrassment last week. 13 year old boys were whistling at me when I walked down the hall. It wasn't the first time, it happened twice before.
If you are a woman who's been whistled at on the street or in the mall or Wal-Mart, you know the feeling of shame and disgust that accompanies the catcall. There's absolutely no compliment in catcalling or whistling at a strange woman. OK if you are in a relationship with her and it is between the two of you-like she is ready for a date with you and she looks amazing, whatever, you can whistle at her. But NOT a stranger walking by.
Therefore, being whistled at by pubescent boys while at work while I'm wearing dumpy clothing was too much. I haven't been that angry in awhile, so that's why I cried. I cry when I'm pissed, usually not when I'm sad. In addition to being pissed, I was also upset because I know that I can't control what the boys do. I can send them to ISS or even suspend them for harrassment, but it doesn't change their behaviors.
I stopped wearing makeup for the week because I'm suddenly hyper-aware of my appearence and I'm afraid that I'm the one who is at fault for looking too cute while at school.
I now cannot walk into the ISS room for fear that comments will be made by the boys in there.
I now peak around the corner of the hallway to make sure there are no boys at the end of the hall waiting to get themselves in trouble.
It pisses me off that their actions have affected me so much and that I have to watch my back constantly.
So yep, I am absolutely positively excited that tomorrow is Saturday. I do have to run 6.5 miles in my half marathon training plan and I am nervous...wish me luck!
-tha angry teacher
About the sexual harrassment last week. 13 year old boys were whistling at me when I walked down the hall. It wasn't the first time, it happened twice before.
If you are a woman who's been whistled at on the street or in the mall or Wal-Mart, you know the feeling of shame and disgust that accompanies the catcall. There's absolutely no compliment in catcalling or whistling at a strange woman. OK if you are in a relationship with her and it is between the two of you-like she is ready for a date with you and she looks amazing, whatever, you can whistle at her. But NOT a stranger walking by.
Therefore, being whistled at by pubescent boys while at work while I'm wearing dumpy clothing was too much. I haven't been that angry in awhile, so that's why I cried. I cry when I'm pissed, usually not when I'm sad. In addition to being pissed, I was also upset because I know that I can't control what the boys do. I can send them to ISS or even suspend them for harrassment, but it doesn't change their behaviors.
I stopped wearing makeup for the week because I'm suddenly hyper-aware of my appearence and I'm afraid that I'm the one who is at fault for looking too cute while at school.
I now cannot walk into the ISS room for fear that comments will be made by the boys in there.
I now peak around the corner of the hallway to make sure there are no boys at the end of the hall waiting to get themselves in trouble.
It pisses me off that their actions have affected me so much and that I have to watch my back constantly.
So yep, I am absolutely positively excited that tomorrow is Saturday. I do have to run 6.5 miles in my half marathon training plan and I am nervous...wish me luck!
-tha angry teacher
Friday, February 10, 2012
sexual harassment in the workplace
This is what I am experiencing this week. Except that it is coming from 13 year and 14 year old boys which means...
a) this is disgusting, ack ack ack yuck yuck yuck
b) I am emotionally unstable right now. I mean, I cried this morning over this...and I don't cry often. I think the last time I cried...I seriously can't remember.
c) a person can be totally surprised at juveniles' behavior even after working with them for 1.5 years. It is still a shock to me. You would think by now I wouldn't even bat an eyelash.
d)I am considering wearing a head to toe cloak to school the rest of the year. Or go shopping at Goodwill and buy the ugliest dresses and pants I can find.
-thaangryteacher
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Longest Week Ever
I'm not sure why exactly, I can't pinpoint a single thing that has turned this into the longest week, but it has been. Last week flew by like a hijacked speed boat. This week, a snail crawling slowly along a hot sidewalk with a crack in its shell.
(way to go on using similes and metaphors)
One of my worst students isn't even in my class; he's in alternative school for a month.
Yet, yet...I just can't get back into the routine of waking up at 5:45am every morning since the Christmas holiday. I don't wake up till 10am, which is two classes into the day...oh my poor poor first period class. They suffered this week.
I am excited for a THREE DAY WEEKEND! woot woot
and I'm excited to teach something I didn't teach last year, Lewis Carrol's Jabberwocky. It should be a great little activity to get my kids thinking about grammar-something I absolutely hate. Honestly, I teach Reading, not Grammar so I don't know all the parts of a sentence or the difference between complex/simple/confklad sentences and simple/complex/subjunctive/farteinds sentences....
So I can learn with the kids!!!!!!hahaha that makes me a horrible English teacher...but I promise other than grammar, I know my shit, I swear!
have a lovely weekend,
thaangryteacher
(way to go on using similes and metaphors)
One of my worst students isn't even in my class; he's in alternative school for a month.
Yet, yet...I just can't get back into the routine of waking up at 5:45am every morning since the Christmas holiday. I don't wake up till 10am, which is two classes into the day...oh my poor poor first period class. They suffered this week.
I am excited for a THREE DAY WEEKEND! woot woot
and I'm excited to teach something I didn't teach last year, Lewis Carrol's Jabberwocky. It should be a great little activity to get my kids thinking about grammar-something I absolutely hate. Honestly, I teach Reading, not Grammar so I don't know all the parts of a sentence or the difference between complex/simple/confklad sentences and simple/complex/subjunctive/farteinds sentences....
So I can learn with the kids!!!!!!hahaha that makes me a horrible English teacher...but I promise other than grammar, I know my shit, I swear!
have a lovely weekend,
thaangryteacher
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