Meeting Your Match…

So today was my first day back with the kids after winter break. I was really happy to be back. But I was a little hesitant about what to expect. You see I was given the charge of taking over several of the 11^th grade English classes. The reason for this being that the students were so hellacious, that the previous teacher threatened to retire if she had them for second semester.  And thus I inherited a motley crew of teenage hooligans. But hooligans are my favorite, so I am happy! They make life so much more interesting. And really, I am a tough cookie to crack; I get down with the best of them. But today I met a child that very well may be my match. For whatever reason, he has decided that he is going to be a little punk. And by punk I mean that he acts like he has ADHD and is blind and deaf to anything said or done by an authority figure. Well, all I can say is bring it on honey! I will shove you in a corner of darkness and move on with class. I’m prepared for you. And besides, I have thugs to take of things if I need them;)

Why me????

I'm sitting at a high school in Romoland.... Dying a slow slow death!!!


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A Sad End to Winter Break

Winter break is a beautiful thing. Time away from the kids, co-workers, and irritating drivers in Perris, brings refreshment to the inner workings of my being. I swear I have developed severe road rage just from the way four way stops are done in Perris. But this year, my beautiful winter break has been cut short.

ERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All the English teachers had to come back a week early from winter break to go to a “training”… just imagine it this way… some deaths are slow and painful. But this is much, much worse. It is never a good thing when you sit there thinking that being eaten alive by army ants would ease your pain and would be a relief from the boredom in which you are withering.  I have said this before, but I will say this again, why do teacher trainings always reduce you to the level of a 5 year old? I am an adult. I have an education. I can drive and manage a bank account and do all the things that other adults do. So then please, someone, tell me why it is that the trainers feel that all the teachers in the room are an elementary class?

Okay, so with that out of the way I am getting ready for my new semester! Loads of fun I can already tell. I was looking over my rosters, in a class of 23 students I have 5 girls… and in a class of 26 I have 8 girls. What is the sadist part is that I know most of these girls and the never come to school! This means that next semester I might as well be teaching at an all boy school. hmmmm….vocabulary football anyone?