Yesterday was my first full day. I believe had homicide been an available discipline option…I would have used it and had NO regrets. None. Not a one. And it doesn’t bother me. The only thing that actually bothers me is the fact that it DOESN’T bother me.
Guys, they acted like I wasn’t even here. I finally had to tell them: “Do you realize that no one else in this school gives a damn about you? That when they talk about my 5th & 6th period PreAlgebra classes the only things they say about you is don’t worry. If they are in 9th grade and in PreAlgebra then they have no hope anyway? what about that don’t you get?!!” And you know, one of the girls laughed in my face. People. I’d started walking towards her aisle without realizing it. And one of mystudents saved her fellow students life…”miss holmes–would you come help me with this problem??” I went over there and she steered me towards my desk and another student blocked me in. I just started writing up folks left and right. And I know I was pissed because I had this weird smile on my face and was humming the whole time.
I finally said you know what? I just don’t care anymore. I don’t. I don’t give a damn what you do…whether you come to class or not…no bumping up your grades to “60″. No more extra credit. I don’t care if you know it or not.
*sigh* I have a headache. I’m not to the point where I am questioning my decision to teach or not, but Atlanta is looking very tempting right now.
