Today was one of my less stellar days at work. I couldn’t wait for the last of my students to get out the door and on their merry ways.
Lest you think I’m one of those bitter, child-hating teachers who is counting the days ’til retirement, on the whole, I love my job, I do love kids, especially 5th graders, and I have over a decade before I am of retirement age.
The forces of evil were hard at work today, however.
First of all, my students had no school on Monday, and have no school tomorrow. Three days of week sandwiched between two long weekends. Let’s say many of my cherubs were not particularly focused on academics. Note passing, edamame throwing (don’t ask), arguing, and mouthing off, but not academics.
Second, last night was a splendid, beautiful, orange full moon.
Today involved one of my mellowest young men throwing his pencil, yelling “You M***** F***er! and storming out of his Math class. He’d had all he could take of one of my girls picking and aggravating. Then there was the constant “Shut up!” “YOU shut up!” from my last class of the day. My 12 year old student telling me he wasn’t gonna do what I wanted and he was going back to his homeroom. I had to physically get in his face and VERY quietly tell him to sit down – repeatedly – before he did. Then a kid already in time out kept asking to go to the bathroom because he didn’t want to read. The third time, I reminded him he was one step from a referral. Not because of me, but for hitting a child in another class. I don’t know why he wasn’t already in the office, but that was not my call. Finally “the last straw” mouthed off to me when I told him to move to another seat. For some reason, every time he is corrected in any little way, his response is “This is stupid. It’s (fill in blank here’s) fault. I didn’t do nothin’. This is just stupid. Man, I’m gettin’ outa here.
That’s when I had my short week – full moon meltdown. The words “I’ve had it!” came flying out of my mouth about the same time my clipboard slammed my desk. That was followed by “Get out! Go back to homeroom. I’m done!”
Not proud of that in the least. And I apologized to the remainder of the class once the boys were back across the hall with their homeroom teacher, whom I owe big time. It also made me even more empathetic towards the boy who lost his cool this morning. One can only be pushed so far. Thank God I chose to leave the expletives out. But I can certainly see why my student didn’t.
We all need for this week to be over, and for that moon to start waning. On Monday, we are all getting a fresh start.