Many of my children never realize just how close to their own demise they come as they test my patience and faith in humanity in the classroom. Having survived a dozen years in the classroom, most of the time I can let their behavior roll off my back–after all, they are just kids–but some days the urge to kill threatens to break my composure. Yesterday was one of those days.
Here, presented for your amusement, are my pedagogical frustrations in blog form. No children were harmed in the creation of this posting….yet.
If another child thrusts another paper into my face, I swear to God I will rip it into tiny pieces and force him or her to EAT every last bit of it. Is it too much to ask a child to calm down long enough to turn in work in a civilized manner?