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@middleschoolprisonguard
Student: “Those are pretty big glasses you’re wearing, Ms R!”
Me: “Better to see you with..”
Student: “You are NOT the big bad wolf…” Well, we’ve got the literary basics covered… And they’re beginning to catch on to my sarcasm. We're in trouble...
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so, change “teach kindergarten” to “manage a middle school” and you’ve got it...Â
also, it’s been a long time. our summer break was super short (a month) and I was busy moving the school into a new building. we’re back though, with all the antics... hey! we’re starting a high school, so we’ll have even more antics!
QOTD: "I'm wearing my scarf. When I'm wearing my scarf, you may call me Fredrick." "But your name's Sean..."
"Mrs. L! Your makeup looks real good today.." "Wow.. Thank you! That was unexpect--" "It covers up your ugly face." "And there it is.."
"You know, you and Ms. P are the wildest teachers in this school. You all have tattoos and color hair. It's wild. You all are wild. Is that a good example for us kids?" They're so judgey.
Tales from a teacher in a Middle School wasteland..
"Sometimes all I can do is slow-clap when one of the 7th graders can't hold in a fart any longer. I don't know what that child eats in his life to make such atrocious smells, but it is truly impressive."
Words from the dance team coach...
"I don't know if these kids are dressed for dance practice OR the club.. I'm really confused as to why we're wearing crop. tops. today."
"So are you married?" His fifth grade eyes peered over the desk at me. "No. Are you?" "Of course not. I'm only 10." "Well, there you go." I replied and he carried on with his day. Glad we had this chat.
Smells mean different things
"Are you sniffing her?" I asked. "No..." As her head dips toward the other student's shoulder again. "Are you sure?" "I was just wondering if that smell was me or her." The 8th grader replied.
Sometimes there are days that I don't want to send the kids home. I walk them to their classroom to retrieve their belongings, as they are being sent home for disciplinary reasons--and they have crocodile tears rolling out of their eyes. "Dead man walking." is the narration going through my head as we head up the steps. "It's been a rough day, huh?" I say to the tiny human who is silent as the grave, as he trudges one step at a time. "Yeah." A tear splashes on the steps. "But tomorrow will be better, right?" I try to encourage him. "Tomorrow's always going to be better than today. It's a new day." "You don't know that." He looks at me solemnly, heading along. He retrieved his belongings and away he went with his mom. She wasn't happy, we all knew this. I wish I could help, but I just don't know how. Two days later, he was sent home again. This time his dad picked him up, and this time there were no tears. I think he's given up hope about there being a better tomorrow. I go back to work on Monday, knowing that there's a slim chance I'll see him there. He's in the final stages of discipline process and his parents had a real conversation the last time they were in. I want to have a real conversation with him, but I'm not in that place to do it. I want to ask him why he's so angry, why he bursts out with violence and words when there's seemingly no cause. I want to tell him that this intense up and down of emotion is going to level out, that he's just at the beginning of it all. I want to remind him that tomorrow's going to be a better day. Two days ago, another act of violence shook our country. A boy, a little older than the one I walked to his classroom the other day, acted out in violence and words--shaking a community and injuring the world around him. I read the news, I listen to the reports, and I think of the kids in my school. My heart breaks because I hear the conversation again that I had a few days ago: "Tomorrow's always going to be better than today. It's a new day." "You don't know that." I don't know that. So I struggle with hope tonight. All I can do is hope.
It's so educational here
"Is she your FL or just your BM?" <7th grader asks> "You all and your FL's and BFF's... Why don't you speak English and stop being lazy about it?" <our janitor replies. He shakes his head as he walks away> "Keep on abbreviating e'rthing shorter and shorter.." Things learned today: FL = first love; BM = (stop giggling--it's not that anymore) baby mama
Never thought I'd see the day that I'm begging the kids to go home. "Just, please, go. Go home."
She's working things out...
Robert Muldoon: They show extreme intelligence. Even problem-solving intelligence. Especially the big one. We bred eight originally, but when she came in, she took over the pride and killed all but two of the others. That one…when she looks at you, you can see she's working things out. It's why we have to feed them like this; she had them all attacking the fences when the feeders came. Ellie Sattler: The fences are electrified, right? Robert Muldoon: That's right, but they never attacked the same place twice. They were testing the fences for weaknesses, systematically. They remember. ------- I may have been referencing this quote when I was explaining to my boss my theory about the middle schoolers & their tendency to try to outsmart the adults.. Yes, I compared them to velociraptors. Don't judge me, you would too.
Observation Towers
If an outsider were to observe from my desk, I'm sure they would conclude that this is an insane asylum instead of a middle school. I just watched a student to walk by, muttering something to themselves and walking almost in a trans state. Now, in reality, I hear the words (she wasn't singing as much as just stating the words) to "Here Comes Santa Claus" over and over as she's walking to the restroom. If this was a one time occurrence OR the only student who did it, that would be one thing... Middle schoolers are weird.
Random Observations
One of our kids leaves school everyday to walk home to talk medicine. Sure, I thought that was little weird, but administration thought it normal. He comes and signs out (and then back in) with me whenever he leaves. Yesterday, he comes running up to the desk, out of breath, and reaching for the sign in sheet.Â
“Quick! What time is it?” he says.
“Um, 12:02.”
He stops and stares at me. “What? That doesn’t make sense.”
“It doesn’t make sense that it’s 12:02?”
“I left my house at 12:45...” he stares at me, confusion evident.
“Are you a time traveller?” I responded, deadpan.
“Not really. I just run really fast. I guess I’m REALLY fast.” he continues to sign in once more, and I nodded solemnly. He went along with his day as if that resolved all of his confusion.
Sometimes these kids make me laugh.
That moment when you find out that the schoolbus was in a car accident with your kids on board… And they didn’t tell you until you called to see where they were with said kids… And then the parents start calling… Because said kids had cellphones and called their parents right after the car accident…
ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh... guys, I didn't even know this was a thing...
Cooties...