My fourth block has eighteen boys. Eighteen adolescent boys after P.E., chorus, math, lunch and right before the three o'clock bell. Six of these boys are on special education services. This is code for "I can get away with anything." Do you know what this means for me? This means most days I want to mix tequila with my diet Mountain Dew.
Don't get me wrong. Teenage boys are fun. They have plenty of energy and when they are engaged in a lesson they can carry it to epic proportions which makes me feel like the best teacher in the world. But when they are trying to stumble through Romeo and Juliet they can only care about it so much. Today they reached their limit.
As usual, Juliet was rambling on about how much she loves Romeo when she finds out he has killed her cousin. Then she starts whining about the dilema of loving or hating Romeo. Fourth block was tired of translating Shakespeare and stopped attempting to decipher the poetry and simply starting asking questions about what was on the page. Of course, I tried to answer, but after asking a question, the students do not stop talking long enough for me to explain the deeper meaning behind the language. Now, I ask you, how rude is it to ask someone something and then turn right around and continue talking to your neighbor? Why even bother asking in the first place?
I don't pretend to be the best teacher ever, but teaching is a two way street. One can only learn what one is willing to learn. Needless to say, after thirty minutes of this, crazy teacher lady came out and I only had fifteen minutes to go.
So close.
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