FF = Frustrating Friday. Or maybe Finally Friday. Perhaps Fucking Friday.
It's been an uphill battle today; the nice weather and half-filled classes (track meets and field trips) mean that no one wants to learn Flash (grade 8), game development (grade 12), InDesign (grade 11), robotics (grade 7) or Powerpoint (grade 9).
And to be honest, I don't particularly want to teach today. However, the end of the year is fast approaching and I need to 1) get through as much of the curriculum as possible and 2) I have to teach in order for them to be able to do the tests and assignments so I have a mark for their report card.
Yippee.
But something has snapped this afternoon, and frankly I don't give a good goddamn, as me dad used to say.
I have hit my saturation point of storytime hour. I teach one thing, like using the Paint tool in Flash with a red colour, and get someone saying something ridiculous* like "oh, that's like my grandma, she has a red dress in just that colour.", opening it up for someone else to reply with "oh, my grandma makes good cookies.", and then it deteriorates into the most inane crap. I ask you, do I look like someone who would be inclined to care about the minutiae of lives other than my own?
Please, please by all that's great and wonderful in the world, SHUT THE FUCK UP.
God, I wish I could say that out loud on occasion. Right now I am ignoring the plaintive whine of a 12 year old princess who is the centre of her parent's universe and is operating under the mistaken impression that she holds the same position in my universe. Every class, she tries to play the "I don't know how to do it, do it for me" card, and every class I tell her to either check Help or start taking notes. They say the definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over, but expecting different results. And here I thought she was such a bright kid at the beginning of the year.
God, I can't even pretend today. I'm going home to make a large-ish pitcher of martinis and wait to donk off 20 bucks or so in buyins in tonights Blogger Donkament. I'm all in first 5 hands, yelling BINGO all the way.
*yes, this is the right way to spell this particular word. Not rediculous. Once is a typo. Several times is isn't. I was going to let it go, but I can't - I'm a teacher. Now stop making fun of other people for their spelling and grammar and lighten up, Francis.
It's been an uphill battle today; the nice weather and half-filled classes (track meets and field trips) mean that no one wants to learn Flash (grade 8), game development (grade 12), InDesign (grade 11), robotics (grade 7) or Powerpoint (grade 9).
And to be honest, I don't particularly want to teach today. However, the end of the year is fast approaching and I need to 1) get through as much of the curriculum as possible and 2) I have to teach in order for them to be able to do the tests and assignments so I have a mark for their report card.
Yippee.
But something has snapped this afternoon, and frankly I don't give a good goddamn, as me dad used to say.
I have hit my saturation point of storytime hour. I teach one thing, like using the Paint tool in Flash with a red colour, and get someone saying something ridiculous* like "oh, that's like my grandma, she has a red dress in just that colour.", opening it up for someone else to reply with "oh, my grandma makes good cookies.", and then it deteriorates into the most inane crap. I ask you, do I look like someone who would be inclined to care about the minutiae of lives other than my own?
Please, please by all that's great and wonderful in the world, SHUT THE FUCK UP.
God, I wish I could say that out loud on occasion. Right now I am ignoring the plaintive whine of a 12 year old princess who is the centre of her parent's universe and is operating under the mistaken impression that she holds the same position in my universe. Every class, she tries to play the "I don't know how to do it, do it for me" card, and every class I tell her to either check Help or start taking notes. They say the definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over, but expecting different results. And here I thought she was such a bright kid at the beginning of the year.
God, I can't even pretend today. I'm going home to make a large-ish pitcher of martinis and wait to donk off 20 bucks or so in buyins in tonights Blogger Donkament. I'm all in first 5 hands, yelling BINGO all the way.
*yes, this is the right way to spell this particular word. Not rediculous. Once is a typo. Several times is isn't. I was going to let it go, but I can't - I'm a teacher. Now stop making fun of other people for their spelling and grammar and lighten up, Francis.
I thought that was the definition of insanity. Are you going INSANE?!
Maybe I'm just being ridiculous. Thank you for pointing out the correct spelling. Now if we can attack "its" and "it's", "your" and "you're", "lose" and "loose", and a million more idiotic malapropisms, I'll be very happy.
Remember, you love teaching. Also remember, kids are getting dumber by the year.
i thought you might like to print this out and hang it up in class. just and idea....
http://tinyurl.com/6kuoz
gl with the kids!
i could have swore this was kat's page and not waffles....funny rant though, got a good kick out of reading it