GIRL FIGHT!

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Well, well, well… It just wouldn’t be a normal second week of school if something insane didn’t happen, right?

Last Tuesday, I was making my daily bathroom stop after lunch when I heard yelling (and lots of expletives too!) coming from down the hall. I instantly recognized the voice of a student who, without being too judgmental, I would expect this from. I raised my voice and told her not to talk like that. She yelled a few more words at another student and then immediately took off chasing her down the hall! Unfortunately, I had thought it would be a good idea to wear these cute strappy sandals with a small heel this day. It was obviously a bad move, since I ended up running (RUNNING! I do not run!) down the hall after this student. When I came around the corner, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

Girl #1 had girl #2 up against a wall, behind a teachers desk, pulling her long hair and throwing punches. It wasn’t long before Girl #2 was doing the same thing. Another teacher and I managed to separate the girls, but it took a few more to actually get them down to the office. As I was walking away, I noticed my hands were shaking. My heart was racing and I was afraid – not for myself, but for these girls, who have so much more going for them than this.

Later I found out that the fight was over a boy, naturally. Girl #1 is supposedly pregnant and she was telling Girl #2 that her boyfriend was the baby’s dad. As I always say, dramatic! A few minutes after everything settled down, one of my coworkers emailed me, “Dramatic! You did great,” so I guess I can safely say that I survived my first girl fight.

Welcome Back!

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Wow! I did not realize it’s been months since I last posted a blog. Well you see, the springtime got really busy and hectic, what with state testing and, you know, getting married! So, I am no longer “Ms. H” but now “Mrs. J” – yay! I had many hilarious stories and just as many rough times, but very little time to update.

 

So, this week begins my second (!!!) year of teaching – yes, I survived the first! I have a whole new crop of students and a few of the same from last year, too. On the third day of school, I decided to play a game with my students. I planned on bringing the board game “Taboo” from home, but naturally I forgot it in the kitchen. In a rush before the first morning bell rang, I found a similar game online – there’s one word for the class to guess and five words to avoid while describing that word. For example, “Firetruck” was the word to guess, but the words you can’t say were red, fire, hose, siren, and flame. So I had my students come up individually and try to have the class guess their word. My goal is to have the students work on their descriptive skills.

So, during my first class of the day, a (male) student is at my desk and I click for the next card…

Let me just preface what happens next with a small revelation I had. Apparently, in my 8am rush to get the ball rolling, I didn’t realize that this website takes user-created materials. So, for example, I could make my own “taboo” card and upload it to the game for anyone to use.

…the next card comes up on the screen and the teenage boy busts out laughing. I don’t really understand what’s so funny until I look at the screen and see the word CLITORIS in huge red letters across the top. My face instantly turns the color of said letters and I start frantically clicking the mouse until something more appropriate comes up. All this time, the student is hysterically laughing. The only thing I can think to say is, “Umm.. Pretend you didn’t see that!!”

 

Welcome back to school, folks!

Hunger Games… of Paper Copies

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All of my students are so impatiently whining, “Is it Christmas break yet?!” and I’m like, “WORDDD.”

I don’t think they understand how much teachers need a break from school, too.

We (most of us, at least) really love our jobs. We do. But we have to put up with whining students AND demanding paper nazis administrators. No, we can’t run off copies for you, because we are being rationed. Like Peeta and his bread. We are the District 12 of paper copying. May the odds be ever in our favor… but they won’t because we can’t print them out. We have to listen to teenagers moan and groan for 8 hours of the day, and then stay up grading their illegible papers all night. We have to listen to those teens complain endlessly about exams, but we can’t print them a review sheet to study at home. Maybe we can claim tessarae and get our names entered into the drawing more than once? I doubt it though, because then they would have to print out the paper with our names on it. We are living in a modern day Hunger Games where paper copies are like money and bread to us District 12’ers and iPads are forced upon us like the Capitol guards. Maybe I shouldn’t be making that comparison, but sometimes it really feels a little too dystopic for my taste. It’s gotten to the point where people are “stealing” others’ copier ID numbers so that they can run off more copies than they are given without getting reprimanded by the Capitol Guards administrators.

Okay, okay, I’ll stop. I’m starting to sound like my students. Back to my original point – I think we are all in dire need of a break here. So when students express their eagerness for the break, we teachers CAN RELATE.