EVERY day has become A ROUGH Day in Teaching
I hate this class. I think its a shame to arrive at this conclusion after almost ten years of teaching. I'm really tired of unappreciative, rude, disrespectful, disengaged children. Yep. Children. Self-willed lacking self-control. The only difference between them and a group of seven year olds is the size.
They are going to do what they want to do and thanks to Marzano, if anything is wrong in my classroom, it's my fault. I feel like a corporal in the army. Sh** flows down & up hill. I am just caught in the middle. I'm so tired of this job. It is so time to find another way to live my life. This just isn't it. I didn't spend almost $70K and nearly ten years of my life to go through this type of abuse. I might as well be a prison guard.
Yeah, I wrote those words, "I. HATE. THIS. CLASS." I basically do not like the behavior. I do not individually dislike or hate children. Oh, heaven forbid these darling angels be held to account for their behavior.
The disrespect is daily. The swearing. Laughing at things at just are NOT funny. Just basic stupidity. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. I keep trying to find ways to improve. I keep searching the Internet. Looking in vain for the new solution. How to deal with the daily frustration.
No matter what I try to do to get them to be engaged, these children (of color) just don't WANT to do anything. They complain constantly. "Why do we have to keep reading?" Uhm, English class? "Why do we have to write?" Still, an English class. I've given up attempting to help them to see the practical reasons for this class. I've given up on trying to help them to become college and/or career ready. They would rather sleep, do other work and be on their phones. I'm simply tired of being unappreciated.
Interestingly enough, I do not even mind the paperwork that is involved, though lesson plans than be burdensome. I can deal with administration or the lack of administration. I can deal with parents who think their children are angels. BUT. . . . this generation that will sit at a desk with their earpods in, rapping the most foul lyrics, out loud for all to hear and be entertained by. It is just too much. I did not sign up to be in the military or post office or auto factory. Or anywhere else wherein this type of language is just accepted and not questioned.
I ask fellow teachers, "what do you do when. . ?" One teacher said, "well if it's not blatant." That's just it. The fact that it is uttered out loud by students IS blatant. These students swear like an adult sailor on leave but when you back them into a corner about it and they possibly have a consequence, suddenly become simply misbehaving children. Oh, but you were adult enough to say those words but now, you're just a misunderstood teen child. Betcha heard my eye roll, dintcha?
My principal always says, "well, these babies. . . " What??? Babies? Babies generally do not have a sense of right and wrong. I know you're going to say, growing up in the "ghetto" has made them such that they don't know the difference. That same excuse just will not cut it in the real world. When a child of color is given an order by a member of law enforcement, it would seem that the "baby's" inability to distinguish right from wrong does not seem to matter and that child loses his or her life.
I have not found a solution yet. I have not found a resolution yet. Something is going to give. I am in the wrong physical and mental space. I am tired. I am being tried and this just cannot last. I am being wasted away in a setting that makes me question the reasons why I became a teacher in the first place. I no longer enjoy teaching. I no longer enjoy my students. I just want to run away. I want to fall down, sue someone and live off of the settlement.
They are going to do what they want to do and thanks to Marzano, if anything is wrong in my classroom, it's my fault. I feel like a corporal in the army. Sh** flows down & up hill. I am just caught in the middle. I'm so tired of this job. It is so time to find another way to live my life. This just isn't it. I didn't spend almost $70K and nearly ten years of my life to go through this type of abuse. I might as well be a prison guard.
Yeah, I wrote those words, "I. HATE. THIS. CLASS." I basically do not like the behavior. I do not individually dislike or hate children. Oh, heaven forbid these darling angels be held to account for their behavior.
The disrespect is daily. The swearing. Laughing at things at just are NOT funny. Just basic stupidity. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. I keep trying to find ways to improve. I keep searching the Internet. Looking in vain for the new solution. How to deal with the daily frustration.
No matter what I try to do to get them to be engaged, these children (of color) just don't WANT to do anything. They complain constantly. "Why do we have to keep reading?" Uhm, English class? "Why do we have to write?" Still, an English class. I've given up attempting to help them to see the practical reasons for this class. I've given up on trying to help them to become college and/or career ready. They would rather sleep, do other work and be on their phones. I'm simply tired of being unappreciated.
Interestingly enough, I do not even mind the paperwork that is involved, though lesson plans than be burdensome. I can deal with administration or the lack of administration. I can deal with parents who think their children are angels. BUT. . . . this generation that will sit at a desk with their earpods in, rapping the most foul lyrics, out loud for all to hear and be entertained by. It is just too much. I did not sign up to be in the military or post office or auto factory. Or anywhere else wherein this type of language is just accepted and not questioned.
I ask fellow teachers, "what do you do when. . ?" One teacher said, "well if it's not blatant." That's just it. The fact that it is uttered out loud by students IS blatant. These students swear like an adult sailor on leave but when you back them into a corner about it and they possibly have a consequence, suddenly become simply misbehaving children. Oh, but you were adult enough to say those words but now, you're just a misunderstood teen child. Betcha heard my eye roll, dintcha?
My principal always says, "well, these babies. . . " What??? Babies? Babies generally do not have a sense of right and wrong. I know you're going to say, growing up in the "ghetto" has made them such that they don't know the difference. That same excuse just will not cut it in the real world. When a child of color is given an order by a member of law enforcement, it would seem that the "baby's" inability to distinguish right from wrong does not seem to matter and that child loses his or her life.
I have not found a solution yet. I have not found a resolution yet. Something is going to give. I am in the wrong physical and mental space. I am tired. I am being tried and this just cannot last. I am being wasted away in a setting that makes me question the reasons why I became a teacher in the first place. I no longer enjoy teaching. I no longer enjoy my students. I just want to run away. I want to fall down, sue someone and live off of the settlement.
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