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

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!!!

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

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

tardy reasons.

my favorite might just be "hair"

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

Anger is burning my chest right now.

I don’t want children. OMG. And why is it that women think I have gone temporarily insane and treat my like an invalid who doesn’t know what she is saying. Gibberish is suddenly pouring out of my mouth. “Oh you poor thing, you don’t know what you are saying! Of course you want children, of course you do! I can’t wait till you have babies…you will change your mind in a few years. And laugh at yourself, silly girl.”

Oh I am so fed up with people’s opinions being shoved on me. Yes, I agree, I might change my mind in ten years, but right now, I am 99% sure I do not want to have children exit my womb. I kinda don’t even see why normal women want babies…but nope, I won’t get into that now, I won’t stoop to the frustrating-and-infuriating-people-who-assume-I’m-the-crazy-one’s level.

There are multiple reasons I don’t want children, and my list grows weekly. Some are very personal that I won't devulge except to a handful of people in my life, and some are pure “selfishness” (for example, kids are fucking expensive and I want that money for me.)

So next time some innocent woman tells you that she doesn’t want children, please, please, please respect her decision and STAY THE HELL OUTTA IT. You don't know what's going on nor are you the decision making person for that woman's life.