Wednesday, February 06, 2008
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It's testing all of my patience, this new job. Just when I think I've got a grasp on some part of it, the rug gets pulled out.
I'm getting a little bit friendlier with some of the people in the department, which is a huge help, but I'm still feeling like an outsider. I don't really expect this to change too much, though I figure it will get better.
What's pissing me off now is my students. If I could just get rid of five of them, my job would be much better. I have an academic history class (grade 10) that is driving me insane. My classroom management skills are quite good but these kids are just treating it like a constant party or as though it's the end of a semester. It's taking everything I have to keep things moving along and at least three times today I had to stop class and attempt to appeal to their better nature.
It's not working.
Soon, I think, I may stop working myself. It's hard enough just making it through the year, but when students leave the room and you start throwing chalk and crying it isn't a good sign.
I miss happier days. Unreasonable though it is, I'm super-ticked at my old school for letting me go. I pray that decision wasn't the beginning of the end for me.
I'm getting a little bit friendlier with some of the people in the department, which is a huge help, but I'm still feeling like an outsider. I don't really expect this to change too much, though I figure it will get better.
What's pissing me off now is my students. If I could just get rid of five of them, my job would be much better. I have an academic history class (grade 10) that is driving me insane. My classroom management skills are quite good but these kids are just treating it like a constant party or as though it's the end of a semester. It's taking everything I have to keep things moving along and at least three times today I had to stop class and attempt to appeal to their better nature.
It's not working.
Soon, I think, I may stop working myself. It's hard enough just making it through the year, but when students leave the room and you start throwing chalk and crying it isn't a good sign.
I miss happier days. Unreasonable though it is, I'm super-ticked at my old school for letting me go. I pray that decision wasn't the beginning of the end for me.
Posted by
Parallel
My brain and heart feel as though they are in mortal peril. If I knew where I was going to wind up in September for school then I would feel much better about my current teaching assignment. I could plough through.
