Stop throwing stuff at each other
Guys I need you seated!
Why do I care more than you?
Stop talking while I am talking
My turn
Eyes up here, mouths closed
I need you seated in 5,4,3,2,1
"Miss, do you have a pencil?"
"But he hit me first"
"Miss do you have paper?"
"But I wasn't talking I was just asking him a question"
"You never gave that sheet to me."
"Can I go to the bathroom? Drink? Roam the halls?"
Hold up your worksheet let me know you are listening
I need you turned around, facing me.
I need you seated.
Stop burning each other with your pen tips
I need you to stop rubbing eracer burns into your arms
I need you to stay off the ground
"But I don't get it."
"I don't know this--this is too hard."
"This is boring"
"You never taught us this."
"I hate this class"
"Miss you are mean."
You are not the victim here.
If I can't get your attention you will
recieve lunch detention/call parents/pick up trash/
recieve a referral/get sent to the hall/move seats/
write a reflection sheet/get glared at/get yelled at/
listen to the ravings of a madwoman.
"Miss are you pregnant or just fat?"
"Gross, you have a huge zit on your face!"
"Why don't you do your hair."
"Miss your shoes are old lady shoes."
"You need to get a life!"
"What's wrong with your neck!"
Please don't interrupt me when I am teaching.
I need you to come in, get seated, and start your warm up.
I need you to bring a pencil and paper to class.
When I give you time to work, if you have questions ask.
I will be grading this!
I can't have you saying "penis" so much in class.
"I am sick"
"I can't work next to him"
"I am really upset today because this girl was spreading rumors about me."
"You give us too much work!"
"We never watch movies in here."
"Shut up!"
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Oh dear. I hate teaching too. And I've never done it. NOR WILL I!
Thanks for the cautionary tale...
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