At least I'm not double-fisting Champagne by the pool yet... give me a few more days.
Girls, boys, men women, dogs, cats. Why are these noises so funny? Is it innate, learned, spontaneous or just plain old bad manners?
Bopping back and forth from the bed to the bathroom floor was not my idea of fun these last few days. Stuck in the house with a stomach virus since Tuesday when I foolishly tried to go to work gave me time to ponder. Ponder what, I don't know. Maybe I should have thought about my idiocy when I got in the car at 7 am to head to work.
I wrote this post back in June but every year it seems to get worse. The pussy generation is getting bigger and bigger and I am going crazier and crazier. Psycho parents... qu'est-ce que c'est?
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In loco parentis. Is this really true? For 185 days we teach, we enlighten and frankly babysit other people's children. We can't beat them (well, in some states you can - maybe I should move there), we are often unable to punish them effectively (there is often no follow-through). We can't take their IPODS & cell phones away for any extended period of time. We can't ground them. We can't even assess book fines without someone whining profusely, then calling administration to complain about the fine - oh and don't forget checking to see if the others have wiped their asses too. We can't even give a quiz, test or exam without some kind of negative brouhaha.
As I’ve said before, if you are a teacher you need a sense of humor. The minute someone farts, burps or makes some other weird noise, you lose all control of the classroom for a few minutes. The giggling and laughing overtake the room. The sarcastic comments from the kids flood the class with a host of accusations about who farted, burped or otherwise. When my stiletto makes a squeak on the floor I too find it necessary to say, “That was my shoe, not me”.
I recently read an article on mainstreet.com titled 12 Seriously Stressful Jobs and my job was listed as number 5. Number 5. Teacher. Number 5.
Let them fail. Maybe it would be a good wake-up call for these students and their parents. Maybe if their kid is 16 and still 7th grade, they would be so ashamed that they would finally stand up and be good parents.