Today, all my students failed my Macbeth test. I was wroth. I carefully explained to them the uses of deductive reasoning and how it could have been applied to the Matching section. I detailed how nearly all of the Multiple Choice and Short Answer questions were pulled directly from their study guides (which came directly from their quizzes) and that their Quotes and Essay questions were exactly what was on the study guide. By turns calmly explanatory and fountaining with frustrated wrath, I shook sheaves of papers at them and told them that I reward those who show me they are TRYING and take no pity on those who don't even write a single word down.
Later, my 9th graders actually inspired me to yell at them. I've raised my voice with them plenty of times: in fact, I raise my voice at them every day. It's necessary because they're hardly better than a room full of howler monkies. And yet I had never yelled at them before today. Demerits all around and my blood boiled so hotly that I actually had to leave the room for a few minutes.
A girl who was expelled and readmitted (but really should have stayed expelled) repaid our kindness by skipping out of her last period today. This is on top of not yet doing any of the work around the school that was supposed to make up for her violent outburst from before the Xmas break.
After school today, we were visited by the Friendly Power Man serving us with a disconnect notice because no one had bothered to pay the power bill in a while. This sent me careening back over the edge of anger at my employers. Money management, people!
It's a comfort to know that at least the English class and the History class at the Crossroads School are real. Everything else is, well...
but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Thanks, Bill. I needed that.
( For the curious, here's the test that none of my 10th graders managed to pass. )
Later, my 9th graders actually inspired me to yell at them. I've raised my voice with them plenty of times: in fact, I raise my voice at them every day. It's necessary because they're hardly better than a room full of howler monkies. And yet I had never yelled at them before today. Demerits all around and my blood boiled so hotly that I actually had to leave the room for a few minutes.
A girl who was expelled and readmitted (but really should have stayed expelled) repaid our kindness by skipping out of her last period today. This is on top of not yet doing any of the work around the school that was supposed to make up for her violent outburst from before the Xmas break.
After school today, we were visited by the Friendly Power Man serving us with a disconnect notice because no one had bothered to pay the power bill in a while. This sent me careening back over the edge of anger at my employers. Money management, people!
It's a comfort to know that at least the English class and the History class at the Crossroads School are real. Everything else is, well...
but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Thanks, Bill. I needed that.
( For the curious, here's the test that none of my 10th graders managed to pass. )