kept getting into the way... it has a habit of doing that.
Just before school started, I didn't really go in and set things up. I
did for a few hours, but honestly, I had bigger things to do. Besides,
planning curriculum at the local coffee shop is waaaaayyy better than
sitting in a stuff classroom. The chairs are no where near as comfy
and the coffee shop does not have annoying "protect us from the big
bad world" internet filter. If someone recommends a site, I can
actually see it in all it's glory. Sadly, I can't share it with my
classroom... but I can use the ideas. Plus, I had family over, two
kids and a ton of things on my to-do list that I procrastinated all
summer long.
Also, if I was at school, I knew I would not be able to resist looking
at my class rosters and having a freak out. Freak one would be the
deminishing number of students in my AP classes. I was told that due
to the lack of teachers this year, I could not have a class of less
than 25. Too many in regular english - unfair to that teacher
(although I seem to be the only who cares about that), crowded
conditions and these are seniors darn it! We cannot do anything to
risk not being able to drag them across the graduation stage. The
second freak out would be due to one class period wherein not one
single student has EVER passed the reading or writing WASL. Never. Not
even in 4th grade. AND all but six have discipline numbers that are
higher than my age. The six that don't? All on IEPs. Every bad actor
in that year somehow ended up in that class. All of them.
Eventually, I convinced the administration that it was in their best
interest to remove some students from that class. I'm not sure if it
was the crying or threatening to walk out in the middle of class...
but it happened. My AP12 class is up to 19 and AP11 is still above 25.
The counselors thankfully convinced the administration to keep the
AP12 class.
The first day of class came and went. On class is virtually silent. I
can hear buttons on cell phones being pushed kind of silent. It's a
little creepy, but easy to manage. Especially nice since it's 33
students and they're packed in like sardines. The others were pretty
ho-hum. I've only had to confiscate one cell phone - and really it was
for show more than anything else. Oh, yes.. I have one student who may
kill me. We'll call him the 7-fingered boy. 7-finger boy is so angry
it eminates from him in waves, like heat waves off the pavement. He
seems perfectly nice, but it's not in a good way.
At last the weekend has come and I can finally hit the grocery
store... mmm... food not from a can.
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