Like many of you, I can’t seem to shake this anxiety this week’s events has left. It seems like nothing will change and it’s hard to stop thinking about all the lives that were cut short. I’m trying to change my focus to things I can control; my actions in and out of the classroom.
I can control what I teach them and how I support them. I will encourage them, dry their eyes, and laugh with them. I will get frustrated with them, but then forgive. I will celebrate and protect them.
I will do all this because I can help them become good men and women. That I can control.
Scene: I’m standing at the main door while students are being dismissed.
Older Sibling sees Younger Sibling and skips over to him. The Older Sibling bends over to grab the Younger Sibling’s shoulders and begins to shake him vigorously until his hat falls off. While all this is happening, Older Sibling is screaming, “I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I’M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!”
I hope you have been greeted like this today 🙂
Student (interrupts lesson for an “emergency question,” whispers): “Ms. Daley, do they have planes in *incoheren*?”
Me: “Planes? Where?”
Student repeats his same questions but softer.
Me (getting annoyed): “Speak up. I know you can talk louder.”
Student: “Do they has planes in Irish?”
Me (pausing for a second to figure out what he asked): “In Irish??”
Student (sighs heavily and rolls eyes): “Yeah. Like Africa but Irish.”
Me (mimics student’s sigh and eye roll): “I think you mean Ireland.”
Student (not appreciating my mocking gesture) “No. I mean Irish. Like the place.”
Me: “Oh. Ok.... well I’m not sure about ‘Irish’ but Ireland definitely has planes.”
*Side note: The biggest thing about middle schoolers that I despise is their entitlement.