8th grade students.

They are snarky, bitchy, rude and annoying, have an overwhelming sense of entitlement, and, during the past few weeks, have been absolutely random shitheads.

Grrr.

Unfortunately for them, I have quite a few things to hold over their heads.

They cannot possess me.

But they are truly pissing me off.

Rum?



Don't forget the coke!!
 
They are snarky, bitchy, rude and annoying, have an overwhelming sense of entitlement, and, during the past few weeks, have been absolutely random shitheads.
Eighth graders? Feels like they don't grow out of it till they graduate with Bachelors degrees. *sigh*
 
Teachers of middle school are special people.

I guess they still haven't shipped them away en masse for a few years yet, huh?

No, but some days the temptation is nearly overwhelming. I swear if that boy lives through 'til June 17th, I will deserve an award!
 
They are snarky, bitchy, rude and annoying, have an overwhelming sense of entitlement, and, during the past few weeks, have been absolutely random shitheads.

Grrr.

Unfortunately for them, I have quite a few things to hold over their heads.

They cannot possess me.

But they are truly pissing me off.

Rum?

So are sixth and seventh graders. I wouldn't repeat middle school for anything, not even money.
 
Eighth graders? Feels like they don't grow out of it till they graduate with Bachelors degrees. *sigh*

If you're lucky...then they take on the "But I'm college educated...I went to [insert expensive school here] so you should pay me buckets of money cause I'm awesome." phase
 
:kiss::kiss::kiss:

It's even worse, really.

I generally teach the same group of kids through several years of classes.

They grow up. They change.

And when they get like this, I remind them -

"Okay, let's take a step back here and reevaluate the situation. You are angry with me because I'm so mean right now, I'm in your face, not allowing you to disrespect me while at the same time I'm not giving you the respect you feel you deserve. Is that about right?

Let's be honest - Which of us is going through puberty right now?

Bueller? Bueller?

Little buttheads, anyway.

I like it. :D

No, but some days the temptation is nearly overwhelming. I swear if that boy lives through 'til June 17th, I will deserve an award!

One period at a time. :)
 
They are snarky, bitchy, rude and annoying, have an overwhelming sense of entitlement, and, during the past few weeks, have been absolutely random shitheads.

Grrr.

Unfortunately for them, I have quite a few things to hold over their heads.

They cannot possess me.

But they are truly pissing me off.

Rum?

OH, it's junior high "senioritis" time. About to go to high school, feeling cocky. It's delayed gratification, but check in with them about 2 weeks into high school. :D

I feel for you, darlin. *passes you a bottle of rum*
 
Middle school really is an awful time. Anyone who has the patience to deal with young teenagers impresses me. Heck, in retrospect *I* was annoying as a middle schooler, and I was a pretty good kid.
 
You know, I generally get along with my students.

I'm just a big kid myself.

Today we were discussing the Jim Fay method of discipline, how the counselors are quite adept with it. How the teacher says things such as, "I understand how that makes you feel." And "It must seem that way." And - "Bummer."

But when I said those things, my students (the ones who aren't being buttheads right now) laughed - because I couldn't keep a straight face.

I'm all about sarcasm, and they know it.

I'm more likely to say - "It sucks to be you."

Ahem.

At this point I'd happily trade your kids for a few of my coworkers. :rolleyes: I hate the cube farm...
 
Sixth graders. Lunch time with the little darlings and then later in the afternoon a 40 minute study hall which somehow seems to last for hours and hours. Right after that I have the first-graders which already have the reputation as "one of those classes". I am so ready for 3:20 each afternoon.


Thirty-one days. Not that I'm counting or anything.
 
Sixth graders. Lunch time with the little darlings and then later in the afternoon a 40 minute study hall which somehow seems to last for hours and hours. Right after that I have the first-graders which already have the reputation as "one of those classes". I am so ready for 3:20 each afternoon.


Thirty-one days. Not that I'm counting or anything.

You're a sixth grade teacher? I had the most wonderful teacher that year. Took me aside and let me blabber on about the new things I was learning about math, from books I checked out of the library, and I wasn't the only one that received that kind of attention.
 
You're a sixth grade teacher? I had the most wonderful teacher that year. Took me aside and let me blabber on about the new things I was learning about math, from books I checked out of the library, and I wasn't the only one that received that kind of attention.
No. I'm the library/lunch lady. I have all the classes each and every day.
 
Can't children that age all be sent to live on a farm or something?

Why can't children be cuter, like dogs?
 
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