Too much.
The bad student is always defined by their excess. Whether they are talking too much or taking too much time, they are always immoderate. For them, the teacher must be an inexhaustible source of patience. When he is anything but, they look the other away, launch their noises into the sky, and say, “See, how unfair he is–I didn’t even do anything.” Today, I had a bad student.
No words.
The good students never need them. They use them sparingly because they do not need to form rambling excuses. These students are always on task. They anticipate the teacher’s next move–seeking it out to stay ahead. These students want direction, yet they only need a spark. The creative drive that follows, well, that is all their own.
I need some cash in my wallet! Waiting for the right job to pop is a difficult thing to do. I had no prospects for today, but luckily, I woke up at 6:30 to check on the website if any jobs were available. Boy, were jobs available, 12 to be exact. However, I was eyeing one job in particular. Social Studies at “Light High School”, best part was it starts at 10 am. I afford to go to sleep for a few more hours before I head out.
I woke up at 9, showered, and wanted to make a good impression and get there early. Once I got there, the teacher was still there and ask me to chill for another 30 minutes and he’ll leave. Found out he has a senior economics class. Quiet, good kids doing their work. Couldn’t ask for a better gig!
Interesting note: At “Light H.S.”, students can leave campus to buy food and such and I took the opportunity to get some grub myself. As I walked back and about to enter the premises, an administrator stopped me and asked, “Can I help you?”, I responded, “I’m a substitute teacher.” Her response was, “You look like one of the kids and you should have your ID with you.” Feeling good that she thought I was THAT young, I was feeling pretty happy. People tell me I look old for my age, but this lady thought otherwise. Nice gesture and ‘compliments’ on her part.
Helped out a fellow teacher. Money in my pocket. A successful day! Til next time!
“Gather around”
“Can we go inside?” one eight grader asks.
“No, gather up, I have a few ground rules to go over first.” I am adamant about setting the class straight before we even enter the class. With one hand on the locked door and one hand in the air as if to signal me desire to proceed, I wait for a critical mass of students to gather around.
Last week, I learned that benchmark students may be intelligent, but they will not behave unless ground rules are laid out ahead of time and enforced. I like benchmark students because they are bright. I dread benchmark students because they expect your left kidney in return for their supposed brilliance.
“Here are the rules: No cussing. No threats. No hats or hoods. No getting up out of your seat without permission: that includes getting up for water, pencil sharpening, or to throw away trash,” I pause and try to think of anything else I might have missed, “Well, that is it–Come in.”
The flood gates opened, but the flood never came.
Over the course of two hours, this English and social studies class–notorious for treating substitutes like single-serving condiment wrappers–was well behaved. Hands were raised to ask for bathroom and movement privileges. Students were quiet during the class readings and cooperated during the group work.
For those students that got out of line, I simply wrote there names on the white board. No games this time, I was going to employ the lessons I had gleamed from the last benchmark class. Those lessons worked like a charm. Once the cumbersome students were on the detention list, they quickly settled down and began to cooperate. The wind (hot air) had been knocked out of them and they were down for the count.
Since I refused to crack a smile–a necessary evil into order to maintain order in the class–I decided to loosen up by the end of the period. As the students were wrapping up some work, I approached all four students who were on my detention list. Since all four had straightened out, I asked them if they had learned there lesson. After receiving an automated “yes” from all, I erased their names.
It felt good to walk into a class, teach material, and expect students to follow my directions. It could have been a number of other factors, but I was definitely on my game today. I refused to compromise and the students actually respected me for it. Also, I did not have to be the bad guy. I forgave them for acting up when it was warranted: after each had made appropriate reparations. In doing so, each knew that I was not out to get them, I was just trying to maintain order.
Mission accomplished, finally.
Finally, I’m back to substitute teaching again after a one-week “break”. School is a killer task! All the papers and test to do in a short period of time made me take a week off to finish my business. All is well and worth every minute of it!
So, I’m back at “NHS” with the same algebra class from a week ago. Kids are more chatty than I remember from last week, probably because I’m so familiar to them now and I’m too chill for them. Looking out on the landscape, I can see kids sleeping, making cootie catchers (old school!), boys trying to spit game on the girls, and, of course, students doing their assigned work.
I should follow in mrjohn’s lead and find different grade level and school to substitute because, honestly, it’s getting boring and dull for me. I need a change-of-pace assignment soon, like a first grade class, to get my “mojo” back. At the end of the day, this work puts money in my wallet and new stories to tell.
