*Warning- This post is going to be kinda’ long!*
Today, was a great day; I had so much growth. So, this is what happened. One student tried to sucker punch me by calling a surprise parent conference, two other students were on the verge of committing a hate crime, and yet another had an epic meltdown.
After all of that, why do you think I say that it was a great day?
Well, I said it thought it was a great day because of the way I handled it. I went through the proverbial fire quite well & unscathed, thank you very much!
Situation #1- Surprise Parent Conference
Do these ever end well?
You don’t have to answer that. I’ll answer it for you. No, they do not!
In order to tell you about this student, I have to give you a little background info. This particular student, I’ll call her Disney, likes to skirt the rules since she doesn’t think that they apply to her. She also likes to use her disability as a crutch. Another thing she does is tell everyone who will listen that she’s only a kid. However, the next minute, she will tell everyone who will listen that she’s almost grown since she’ll soon be 18. Well, make up your mind! Which one are you?
Did I mention that she takes absolutely no responsibility for anything. EVERYTHING is always someone else’s fault.
So, that’s how this particular student behaves. Since she takes absolutely no responsibility, she was trying to get ahead of the problem and have an excuse as to why her grades were low. So she came up with the brilliant idea to say that I wasn’t helping her. She even bad-mouthed me to the other teachers, who told her that they knew it wasn’t true. I asked her about it and she insisted that I wasn’t helping her. I think that’s because our ideas of “help” are totally different. You see, the SpEd assistant last year practically wrote her papers for her. So, when she says I’m not helping her, what she’s saying is that I’m not writing her papers for her.
There is no way I’ll do someone else’s work. I didn’t do that for my own children or anyone else, for that matter. Why would I do that? Not to mention that I would be taking valuable learning experiences away from them. Part of learning is struggling. If the student doesn’t struggle or wrestle with something a little, then they don’t learn as much; at least, that’s my way of thinking on that.
So, unbeknownst to me, she told her mother that I hurt her feelings a week ago (laughable). Now, this is laughable because she holds nothing in. The moment something bothers her, she says something about it and keeps talking about it until she gets resolution. That’s why I didn’t buy that I hurt her feelings. She is very conniving & not very nice. That’s all I’ll say about that.
Now, on to Number 2. Two of my most unruly students were saying homophobic slurs to one of my other students. So, I shot a quick email to the 9th grade counselor to have a conference with them so they wouldn’t commit a hate crime later in the future. They came away from the meeting with contempt for me, cursing me as they walked down the hall, taking no responsibility, whatsoever.
I didn’t know what to say because everything is always everyone else’s fault. Nothing is ever their fault. I just wonder if they’re ever going to wake up and smell the proverbial coffee. I’m so uncertain about their future. I hope it ends well. I’m not sure what else I can do for them since they take absolutely no responsibility for their actions. Time will tell!
On to the last & final matter. One of my students had an epic meltdown and thought he was nothing because he got a “D” on an assignment which is equivalent to an “NP” in my organization. Believe me when I say that it was epic. He was throwing his pens & pencils and he was on the verge of tears. His English teacher asked if I could take him out so I went to speak to him. He said that he couldn’t because he didn’t want to miss class. I let him know that the English teacher said that it was okay for him to leave. So, I take him out of the classroom and ask if he wants some water. He says that the water fountain right outside the class is nasty, so I take him to another fountain. While walking down the steps, I continue to talk to him to calm him down. I offer him a stress ball that I have in my classroom to replace his stress ball he lost. He declines. I also tell him how my son likes to play in water. He admits that he likes to play in water too, so I send him into the men’s restroom to get his water fix. After that, he’s calm enough to go back to class. I tell him that we’ll work with his teachers to cut his assignments.
“Is that something that makes you happy?”
We go back into class.
Keep in mind that this all happened in one day, actually within about three hours. Although I was exhausted at the end of the day because of the sheer emotional output, I was fine. Once I took a nap, that is!
So, that was a my day- my great day!
I hope your day was great, as well. Bye for now!