Last Week's Blunders

My mistake on the test has carried over to today. It's getting mixed reviews from the students. Some students love me for messing up, others are just confounded. My teachers seem busy doing other things. It's not a big deal. I did smile when a student told me, 'It's ok. Don't....be....so hard..umm...on....you.' Thank you, sweet little girl. Not all the students are sweet like you.

The third graders finished their final exams yesterday for the year. So, they are a little pent up and stressed out. There are going to spend the next 4 or so weeks applying to high schools. It's an arduous process.  I can already see they are going to be a bit out of control. Who wouldn't be?! Senioritis! So, I am trying to cut them a little slack. But one class ticked me off today.

My second third grade class of the day actually upset me. We were about to play a game. And they ruined it. They got out of control. And one girl hit another girl. She ended up crying. That was it. I canceled the game. I changed from my usual smile to a frown. I tightened my jaw and stopped talking. I had them copy from the board. And practice making appointments. Quietly.

They asked me if I was angry. I told them, 'jocum (sp?)' korean for little. 'Just copy.'

Maybe I am too nice to these kids? Maybe my lesson plan is to blame. But, like I said before, I need to write it off as kids being kids after finishing their final exams. As the day goes on I will cool off. I just hope I don't take it out on anyone.

On the bright side, since they are done with school. I get to teach them whatever I please! Meaning.....


I AM GOING TO TEACH A COOKING CLASS!!!!! Now, would be the perfect time for a new poll. 'What should I teach them to cook?' Alas, time is too short. I have to have the lesson ready for Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, I have a limited amount of supplies at my disposal. And I have to use minimal heat. So, I am going to teach them how to make chocolate chip pancakes.


What's that cooking, teach-uh?

Disaster...



Notes:

I discreetly tried to give the crying girl a U.S. kit kat.

A few students did see this. They called me a 'gentleman.' I replied sternly, 'Not really.' And snorted air.

She later gave it back to me, saying 'I don't deserve it.'  From what I could gather the two students were fighting each other. One slapped the other one's hands. So, she slapped her in the face. Ouch.