Today, I had to ask Minerva to keep sharp implements away from me, as I just wanted to drive something, anything, into more than one of my students. It was the first time I actually admitted to anyone that a person has to be insane to be an educator. The year eights were just feral; as were the year 12s.
I suppose this is the fifth week of term, and the newness has worn off and they are no longer scared witless and so they have reverted to type, and type for most of them is feral horror. I blasted one class for their bad behaviour and put them on notice, sent another student to the Responsible Thinking Room, and had to walk away from another couple students before I really did do them harm.
The noise was also incredible. They just seemed to wrench it up about nine decibels, until I just wanted to walk straight out the gate and to my car. Does no one teach their children how to act in a library. We don’t expect them to be silent or to whisper, but do they really need to yell across the library, or yell out the window to a friend playing in the playground?
It actually drove me to drink. As soon as I got home I poured myself a scotch and coke. It was either that or I was going to carve up someone near and dear, or Mr FD.
Things to be grateful for? Well, the year8s are going to be on a one day camp tomorrow, so I don’t have to teach them. I got authorisation to attend a three day conference where Sir Ken Robinson, Prof. Sugtra Mitra and Joyce Valenza will be speaking in June – no small feat in these times of budget cutting. It’s in Brisbane, so no staying in nice hotels. I will probably be staying in Daughter’s spare room to save the drive into the city every day. Exciting though.
Interesting fact? I found out today the one of my home class students, one of my favourite students, is related to the bushranger Thunderbolt. I was so excited, though I know one shouldn’t glorify bushrangers, and I do detest the hero worship of Ned Kelly, that when another teacher walked into the room, I said “Guess who XXXXX is related to?” When I announced Thunderbolt, the teacher just looked at me with a blank stare. Yeah, he learnt his Australian history really well.
I am so looking forward to this weekend, though I will be at school late into the evening on Friday as we are running an arts festival, and over the weekend I have to finish putting together a presentation I am to give on Monday at a teacher librarian’s workshop. Still, a couple of days of lovely country paradise.
Note to self: Marry rich in the next life.