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Blood and Chocolate
Feb. 8th, 2012 10:07 pmMaybe it's the period, maybe the full moon, but my patience was put to the test today.
I just got pissed grading papers for second period. There are students who continuously copy off each other and it aggravates me that they think I'm too harried or dumb or lazy to notice. They'll scramble their papers--- one copier will place his paper on top of the stack while the second copier will lift the stack by several pages and slide his paper in like the chosen card in a trick. But by this point, I just organized the stack by seating groups and was able to pick off the copiers. It's always the same people... language barriers, the lazy-ass AP dropout putting hers smarts in the wrong efforts, the lazy guy, the thug. The only reason I allow them to fix their work is because admin has me by the short hairs. If my failure rates go up, I get to waste my conference in my supervisor's office with a bullshit witch hunt on why the kids are failing and basically making it out to be my fault for everything. I can take the blame to an extent, but not for everything. You have to accept and cut losses. This isn't some movie where the class forgets their personal baggage and learns the curriculum and the year ends in a way that would have Walt Disney changing his pants. Some kids don't care, their parents don't care, and nothing can be done.
And while grading said papers, there was a club meeting. The kids are monkeys and parrots, and I see tuning out the noise as a challenge ( I deal with assholes at the gun range too). But with the disgust of the quality papers I'd seen, I was not in the mood to deal with their screeching and noise. Only one person is mature enough to talk sense about fundraising and organizing events but the rest of them are too undisciplined and wild. I'm not sure if I can't relate because of age or the whole disciplined marksman bit, but I know they're underclassmen and they've been stifled for the past eight hours, but goddamn they just tore at my nerves today. I'm ready to just tell them that we're not meeting until March.
I went to the store after that bit of hell and I really wanted to grab a bottle of chocolate milk for a pick-me-up drink with dinner. But I've gained weight so I swapped the milk for a zero cal Cascade Ice drink. I'm amazed I didn't add booze to it. Though I'd have preferred creamy cold chocolate milk to vodka in the appletini spritzer.
I just got pissed grading papers for second period. There are students who continuously copy off each other and it aggravates me that they think I'm too harried or dumb or lazy to notice. They'll scramble their papers--- one copier will place his paper on top of the stack while the second copier will lift the stack by several pages and slide his paper in like the chosen card in a trick. But by this point, I just organized the stack by seating groups and was able to pick off the copiers. It's always the same people... language barriers, the lazy-ass AP dropout putting hers smarts in the wrong efforts, the lazy guy, the thug. The only reason I allow them to fix their work is because admin has me by the short hairs. If my failure rates go up, I get to waste my conference in my supervisor's office with a bullshit witch hunt on why the kids are failing and basically making it out to be my fault for everything. I can take the blame to an extent, but not for everything. You have to accept and cut losses. This isn't some movie where the class forgets their personal baggage and learns the curriculum and the year ends in a way that would have Walt Disney changing his pants. Some kids don't care, their parents don't care, and nothing can be done.
And while grading said papers, there was a club meeting. The kids are monkeys and parrots, and I see tuning out the noise as a challenge ( I deal with assholes at the gun range too). But with the disgust of the quality papers I'd seen, I was not in the mood to deal with their screeching and noise. Only one person is mature enough to talk sense about fundraising and organizing events but the rest of them are too undisciplined and wild. I'm not sure if I can't relate because of age or the whole disciplined marksman bit, but I know they're underclassmen and they've been stifled for the past eight hours, but goddamn they just tore at my nerves today. I'm ready to just tell them that we're not meeting until March.
I went to the store after that bit of hell and I really wanted to grab a bottle of chocolate milk for a pick-me-up drink with dinner. But I've gained weight so I swapped the milk for a zero cal Cascade Ice drink. I'm amazed I didn't add booze to it. Though I'd have preferred creamy cold chocolate milk to vodka in the appletini spritzer.
