Tuesday, May 12, 2009

3rd Period from Hell

9th graders, gotta love them.  My 3A class has always been one of the harder ones, it's a mix of all 4 grades, but heavy on the 9th graders.  Like usual, they were talking all through the starter, when I'm trying to take roll and get it entered into the computer.  Three times I had to interrupt the process and stop some student from doing something they knew they shouldn't be doing.  Three times I had to start over because I lost my place and wanted to make sure attendance was accurate.  Then some schmuck interrupts me with "why does it take you so long to take roll?"  My nerves are a little frayed, this is proving to be one of the most complicated and trying end of the years I've had since, well, even my first year wasn't so bad.  At least that year I was looking forward to the end.  This year, as frustrating as it is, I find myself wishing the end would never come.  Well, ok, only some of the time.  It fluctuates between that and wishing tomorrow was the last day.  Well, they got a 5 minute lecture on how I get the roll done in no time in all my other classes, and that it's their behavior that makes me take so long.  I probably was a little harsher that I needed to be, (no, I didn't call them names or swear), but I did get class started right after that.
About half way through the class I'm in back helping a student on their assignment and when I head back to the front of the room I notice one of the 9th graders receive something from another student and immediately hide is between him and the wall.  This, of course, got my curiosity up.  So I asked him about it.  Yes, I got the innocent routine, and he kept it up even to the point of being hauled down to the vice principal's office.  As soon as he got up to follow me down to the office I turned around and looked to see if he had passed it to the student behind him.  He hadn't.  It was sitting there right under his seat.  One of my diet Cokes.  From in my fridge.  Now, anyone who has worked with me knows that I can tolerate a lot of crap in my classroom, but one of the things that hits a nerve (and my nerves are already frayed) is having stuff stolen from me.  Just bugs me.  Probably because when I was 5 or 6 my dad hauled me down to the Five & Dime and made me walk in, return the Matchbox car I had stolen and apologize to the store clerk.
Immediately he starts in with this story about him finding the soda rolling across the room, and that he didn't steal it.  I told him that I beleived he didn't steal it, but that I didn't beleive the rolling across the floor story and that I was sure he knew had actually stolen it.  I asked him who really stole it, he still claimed the finding it on the floor story, so I gave him a little lecture about receiving stolen goods and brought him down to the office.  Turns out, surprisingly, he knew who had taken it out of my fridge.
So, now I'm off to get a lock for my fridge.  I don't count my sodas all the time, so even though I know of one other time soda was stolen out of it, I can't say they were the only two instances.
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5 comments:

A Paperback Writer said...

Oh, dishonesty just makes me want to smack a kid. I'd be so right with you there on hauling the little snot out of the room.
I got some revenge this week.
"Betty" has been on my academic team (3rd round) this year as well as in one advanced class. She's talented and involved with many things. But she'd tell me she'd show up and then not do it. She also conveniently "got sick" on all book test days so she could have longer to read the books. And she "got sick" on the last two, really important games after telling us she'd be there.
I called her bluff on this crap, but she would never admit she'd been wrong or apologize.
But this week has brought tryouts for both dance club and cheerleading. And all the girls MUST have recommendation forms filled out by ALL their teachers.
Ah yes, it was the day of reckoning. Guess who was borderline making it to cheerleader but had two very negative recommendations from academic team coaches? Guess who is extrememly unlikely to make dance club because that teacher says she'd rather have lesser ability in a dependable girl than the other way around?
Revenge is sweet. And all I did was tell the truth.

Anonymous said...

I just can't comprehend why someone would steal a diet coke. While I was in high school I'd never touch anything that would actually keep me awake.

Max said...

Ahhh, revenge is so sweet. Especially when it goes along with making a student realize that there are concequences to their behavior. Sometimes they think that just because they got away with it in the immediate, that it's not going to have any negative results ever. They don't realize that the way they treat someone can come back to bite them in the butt sometime in the future.

Your Conscience said...

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RE: "I just can't comprehend why someone would steal a diet coke. While I was in high school I'd never touch anything that would actually keep me awake."

Say what? You swipe that mofo and keep a hold of it. After we pass "peak soda" that can will be worth more than our currency...
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Your Conscience said...

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Re: "They don't realize that the way they treat someone can come back to bite them in the butt sometime in the future."

Your Conscience suggests you bite them in the ass in a big way. Here's what you do: You let the butthole steal the soda. What he does NOT know is that one S. M. Rossi has spiked the soda with a large volume of syrup of ipecac. Oh, yeah. Then you get some beer and watch the fun begin again and again...

Now, how you get the magic elixir in the soda without opening the can might be a bit of a task. But if they can hollow out Faberge eggs they can turn the drink into hours of fun...
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