The lunatic on the school yard
What is a couple of weeks to be gone. Well, if you are student and you are gone for a couple of weeks, you are going to miss quite a lot, no doubt. But if you are a teacher you can miss just as much a kid moving, a classroom of children acting like a bunch of wild animals because their teacher is in Mexico downing Marguritas like a fish, sitting on the beaching thinking of nothing but the marlin he will catch the next morning. But that is certainly not me. I was only away from my web log for a couple of weeks, preparing for student-parent-teacher conferences. A shame, but I do not drink anyway. How can one drink when there is so much work to be done.
Anybody in education can tell you that conference week and the week before are more stressful and busy than any week leading up to handing out report cards. It is crazy. And when you have kids in your class who disrespect authority or anything that looks like it, the week is going to be even more of an adventure. Or shall I say insane?
One boy in my class has been moved to the front corner of the room because of his behavior. I told him, "I am being generous moving you (just two feet from your neighbor). So I expect today to be a much better day. Do you understand?"
He did interject to ask why he was moved which had the reply "What kind of day did you have yesterday?" "Pretty good," he answered. So I had to ask, " Would you call bugging people several time during math, not getting any math done, playing under the table, pushing a kid and breaking several pencils, and going to the office after being asked by two kids to stop disrupting them a good day?" He said nothing.
He was not surprised when I moved his desk just two hours later that day. Once again he was talking and disrupting other kids around him.
The night before moving to the corner, this boy had gotten in the face of another boy in my class. Chest to chest the boy who was moved told the other, "I wish somebody would stab you in the heart with a penci." The receiver of these words was scared to come to school the next day from what his father said. His father also said that this is not something that can continue because he did not know what his son might do. We still do not know what might happen. There is no telling what might occur on the way home from school. Kids do various things. These "things" might upset another kid and can lead to injuries. Sometimes all it takes is a couple of fists to the face to get a bully to stop. Hopefully it never gets to that point but too often it does.
I know when I was in high school I got in a fight with a kid who often bullied others. I stood up for myself by putting him in a vicious headlock which caused Brian to stop breathing for a little bit. Then I did all I could to put his head in the ground. It failed and he ended up kicking me in the face a few times, bruising my eye making my lips bleed. I was a little messed up from that. But I gained his respect and he never did anything else like pinch my breast, or make fun of my crooked teeth. We learn lessons from our mistakes. Hopefully he learned as much as I did. I was suspended for a few days and I hated being out of school.
But those days are long gone. Now my job is to make kids feel safe at school and help them become functioning citizens of the world. Perhaps one of these kids will do fantastic things like find a cure for a disease or lead our country, perhaps not. The important idea is that all of them can work with others and make choices that are good for everybody, not just themselves at a certain point in their lives. To take responsibility for their actions and think about how others will be affected by these choices.
Unfortunately this cannot be measured. I must trust that I have done my job and hope that kids will tell me, when they are older, what they have accomplished.
Anybody in education can tell you that conference week and the week before are more stressful and busy than any week leading up to handing out report cards. It is crazy. And when you have kids in your class who disrespect authority or anything that looks like it, the week is going to be even more of an adventure. Or shall I say insane?
One boy in my class has been moved to the front corner of the room because of his behavior. I told him, "I am being generous moving you (just two feet from your neighbor). So I expect today to be a much better day. Do you understand?"
He did interject to ask why he was moved which had the reply "What kind of day did you have yesterday?" "Pretty good," he answered. So I had to ask, " Would you call bugging people several time during math, not getting any math done, playing under the table, pushing a kid and breaking several pencils, and going to the office after being asked by two kids to stop disrupting them a good day?" He said nothing.
He was not surprised when I moved his desk just two hours later that day. Once again he was talking and disrupting other kids around him.
The night before moving to the corner, this boy had gotten in the face of another boy in my class. Chest to chest the boy who was moved told the other, "I wish somebody would stab you in the heart with a penci." The receiver of these words was scared to come to school the next day from what his father said. His father also said that this is not something that can continue because he did not know what his son might do. We still do not know what might happen. There is no telling what might occur on the way home from school. Kids do various things. These "things" might upset another kid and can lead to injuries. Sometimes all it takes is a couple of fists to the face to get a bully to stop. Hopefully it never gets to that point but too often it does.
I know when I was in high school I got in a fight with a kid who often bullied others. I stood up for myself by putting him in a vicious headlock which caused Brian to stop breathing for a little bit. Then I did all I could to put his head in the ground. It failed and he ended up kicking me in the face a few times, bruising my eye making my lips bleed. I was a little messed up from that. But I gained his respect and he never did anything else like pinch my breast, or make fun of my crooked teeth. We learn lessons from our mistakes. Hopefully he learned as much as I did. I was suspended for a few days and I hated being out of school.
But those days are long gone. Now my job is to make kids feel safe at school and help them become functioning citizens of the world. Perhaps one of these kids will do fantastic things like find a cure for a disease or lead our country, perhaps not. The important idea is that all of them can work with others and make choices that are good for everybody, not just themselves at a certain point in their lives. To take responsibility for their actions and think about how others will be affected by these choices.
Unfortunately this cannot be measured. I must trust that I have done my job and hope that kids will tell me, when they are older, what they have accomplished.
