That’s me.  So tired.

Today helped me remember why I quit teaching.

Because sometimes it’s totally awful.

As I walked to my car after school today I thought “worst. day. ever.”  but now that I’m home I’m re-evaluating and realizing that it wasn’t REALLY the worst day ever.  It was just a pretty crappy day that I wouldn’t ever want to repeat.

I know one thing for sure – I’ll never sub in THAT class again!  Fo sho.

It was a 3rd grade class and they were out of control.  Apparently the teacher is fresh out of college so I have to assume that part of the problem is that they haven’t been taught any behavior management… because they didn’t seem to have a CLUE that they were supposed to raise their hands instead of calling out constantly.  Finally finally finally by the very end of the day after repeating my expectation many times that I absolutely only wanted to hear someone’s voice IF they had raised their hand AND IF I called on them, FINALLY I started to get them to start raising their hands instead of calling out.  DEAR LORD.  How hard of a concept is that?  Apparently very hard.

Seriously.  Some of the kids in this class could NOT keep their mouths shut.  COULD NOT.  I told them they were driving me crazy and that’s pretty bad when it’s your first day with a class and you still have an hour left in the school day.  Crazy shouldn’t be happening yet at that point.

Oh but there was this one boy who was just so bad.  He’s got issues.  Serious issues.  Like he is incapable of behaving I guess.  He’s on a “behavior plan.”  Ha.  Yeah.  Not really working.

Plus the lesson plans were awful.  I modified some of them because her plans called for things that just weren’t going to happen with the class being as crazy as they are.  Like, letting them do review work games in pairs?  Ummmm, no.  We did it whole class.  No way was I letting them all work in pairs.  They were too loud and crazy if I let them have any freedom.

Then she had this crossword puzzle they were supposed to do which was REALLY HARD and I didn’t even know most of the answers, and the kids definitely didn’t so that was a train wreck.  And she hadn’t left any plans for the last 30 minutes of the day – that portion of her plans was entirely blank, so I had figured we would extend the science lesson to cover that time.  But in the middle of science, another teacher came in the room and told me the kids were supposed to switch rooms at that point for Team Time.  Whatever.  No, that was not in my plans.  So I had a bunch of kids from other classes all of a sudden and I had them do math problems.  By that point, I was like, the hell with this.  I’m ready for this day to be OVER.

So, yeah, never subbing in that class ever again.

This made me realize why I enjoyed working in the AU class so much.  Because those kids don’t argue and talk back and pick at each other and annoy each other and you don’t have 16 kids who you’re trying to get quiet and focused and one of them is always whining that another kid touched them or said something mean to them or threatened them and then they are mad and leave the room and slam the door and you have to get them to come back and close the door without slamming it and then they yell at another kid who’s laughing at them and tell them they hate them and that they’re going to head-butt them (yes.  head-butt.)… and then another kid gets mad and throws their work on the floor and breaks their pencil because they’re mad and meanwhile you’ve got these sweet little girls and boys who all get left in the dust because you’re dealing with the crappy attention hogging kids and don’t have any time or energy or caring feelings left for the other half of the class who are so patiently sitting there watching this chaos unfold.

Awful day.  I hate teaching.  Thank God I’m in graduate school to do something other than teach kids.  THANK GOD.