12th Grade Englishy Friends
Student J: “ Did you hear about all the scholarships our class got?!”
Me: “No, how much?”
Student J: “ 6 million! “ Picks up her phone says, “A, does Jacksonville do that?!”
Im assuming A mumbled something sarcastic back because J said, “Girl I got some of that money! It was easy! All I had to say was I’m a lesbian! I got money for being a lesbian!”
2nd grade Land
Student 1: “Ms Daley!” Hugs me then plays with the ties on my dress. “You look decent today!”
Me: “Just decent? I thought I looked pretty good!”
Student 1 : “Yeah, just decent.”
Student 2: “ That’s mean! She looks beautiful!”
Student 1: “ Quit sucking up just because you want markers.”
12th grade englishy friends
Teacher: “E, I’m going to need you to move your boulder.”
E: “iight. I’ll be back.”
Some time later.
E, busts through the door, kisses biceps, and says, “Mustang and Sally are ready.”
At the end of the school year, I included a few extra points in the directions of their final. All they had to do was draw a cat somewhere on their test.
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A message from the artist
I don't know who wrote this. I'm not sure if this student is reading this. But if you are, thank you for caring and for taking the time to write this. I wish you knew how much I needed this.
Or maybe you did know.
Things i didn't know how to respond to:
Student: "Ms. Daley, can you let me know when 20 minutes have gone by?"
Me: "Sure can."
20 mins. later
Me: "OK you have 30 minutes left."
Student: *angry* "Why didn't you tell me when there's 20 minutes left?"
Me: "I did ... it's a 50 minute class. You used 20 minutes. Now there's 30 minutes left."
B: "Ms Daley! Help! My butt cheeks are quivering!!"
On the last day of seniors, the seniors gave to me:
Twelve months of mayhem
Eleven seconds crying
Ten minutes of cleaning
Nine teachers looking
Eight periods of confusion
Seven seniors snickering
Six pairs of googley eyes
Five minutes of shouting (I HAVE A ROOM FULL OF BOOTIES)
Four Corgi booties
Three "seeing lamps"
Two sriracha bottles
and one sriracha parade.
Student 1 walks into my classroom after lunch. He looks around the room, steps up on my couch, and sings: "And IIIIIIIIII WIIIIIILLLLLL ALWAAAAYYYYYS LOVEEEEE FOOD."
Conversation in 4th period:
E: Ms. Daley, do you have any scissors?
Me: In the scissor bin.
E goes to the back of the room to retrieve the scissor bin. As he walked past, I notice he a large popsicle stick.
5 minutes later E leaves his seat and runs over to my couch. I though he was punching the couch, but he was actually stabbing it with the popsicle stick.
Me: E! What are you doing?!
E: Look Ms. Daley! I made a shank!
things i overheard
"That ain't my weave ball."
Student 1: Your generation is a mistake.
Student 2: Wait, you're a part of this generation.
"You better win or I'll tickle your giblets."
There has been a lot of controversy surrounding this newly released Netflix's series. SPOILERS. Hannah ultimately takes her own life after being bullied, witnessing her
friend get raped, and her own rape. (Before you roll your eyes again, please know I'm not here to discuss whether this show is appropriate for young adults. Also, if you haven't seen it, read about it first. Holy triggers, Batman)
The day after the series released, my cherubs started referring to me as Hannah Baker. At first, I was flattered; Langford is pretty after all! But today's comment left my heart hurting. Take away the whole student-teacher relationship thing for a second because I know "kids will be kids" and they want to "test your limits." So for a second, forget that she's my student. Forget that we're suppose to have this professional relationship and just listen (well, read). The whole idea of 13 Reasons Why, I believe, is that people should be sympathetic towards others. People are dealing with problems that you may not always be able to see. Basically, be fucking kind to each other, damn it.
I'm sure this student did not mean what she said (meh, 80% sure... she doesn't like me much). But why did she say it? Why did she choose to say something so hurtful and so sensitive to another human? She watched the show, didn't she get the message? There would be no way for her to know that my story is similar to Hannah's minus the death part.
Being a teacher, to me, means you must prepare your students both academically and socially. I'm a good teacher #humblebrag But for real, I know I'm a good teacher because I am becoming the teacher that I needed. This scenario, however, has required me to reevaluate my previous statement. She will be ready academically for the next year, but what about socially?
When I first began teaching, I "felt" all my students' emotions.I was not adequately prepared for the emotional side of teaching. No one told me how hard it would be. It was terrible. It was draining. It made me gain 50 lbs (insert future blog post about teachers gaining weight will eventually go here). My students experienced terrible things and I needed them to know that their stories matter. I wanted to make sure that their stories were never extinguished. I wanted to be a person that would believe them. I wanted to be the person that I needed.
I'm sharing this for a reason. I have been told that I care too much about my students. I'm too emotionally invested. I'm too young and naive. I'm too vulnerable. After today, I don't by that. I'm sharing this for anyone who needs to hear it (well, read it). It is OK to be vulnerable. It is OK to relate to your students. It is OK to show them you are a person too. There is more to teaching than standards and academic growth. I wish I was told that and I wish that my education focused more on how to handle the topics presented in Hannah's story. Maybe then she would have thought before she said what she said.
It's the most wonderful time of the year!
To all my non-teacher readers, standardized testing is the worst. Yes, the absolute worst. You are forced to sit in a stuffy room with nothing. You can't read, grade, or design life changing and thought provoking curriculum. Nope. You have to sit and stare at your cherubs taking a test. Most of them finish early so they just stare back at you which is awkward because you end up pondering random things: Is this a staring contest? Should I blink first? If I blink first, will they think I'm weak? Oh wait, is he doing morse code - two blinks means, what? Are they staring at me or the clock? Did I just stare down a kid? Great, am I the weird teacher now? Did he just drool?
This article, "The 10 Stages of Monitoring a Standardized Test," does an amazing job of showing what monitoring a test is like. Step 8 really hit me today. I may have convinced myself I was having a heart attack. I was in mid daydream (Specifically, I was in the ambulance surrounded by the Grey's Anatomy cast) when I burped. Totally survived that "heart attack."
Anyways, I digress.
Because this is the first day of AP Testing, I decided to keep a "SHHH" tally, a "OMG-the-announcements-came-on-during-the-test" tally, and a "Misc." tally. Judge all you want. It helped me stay sane.
SHHH Tally: 33 times someone said "shhh" in the hallway
OMG-the-announcements-came-on-during-the-test Tally: 3
May all your testing be merry and bright.
Student: "I wonder what would happen if you smoke a hotdog..."
Student: "Can you get us Starbucks if I give you money?"
Student: "But I'll give you money."
Student: "But you're white and I'm Mexican. Share your white privilege with me."
Student: Ms. Daley wanna know how to spell future? F-A-U. Wait. Shit. That's not how you spell failure.
Scene: I asked a senior student to make some copies for me (he is an office assistant during some periods).
Student: "Ms. Daley, I ran out of paper."
Me: "That's ok. I need it for next period."
Student: " OK. I need to wait to get paper."
Me: "You could go to the offside closet."
Student: "I have to wait for a teacher. She's producing milk right now."
While I was walking in the hallway, I saw J slap unknown student's booty.
Me: "You can't slap people's bootys! It's their booty, not yours!"
J: "Oh no! I'm sorry you saw that!"
Me: "Tell him you're sorry not me..."
J: "I'm sorry, student, next time I'll ask first."
Student: "Are we suppose to ask everyone if we touch a booty?"
J: *looks at own hand* "Hello! I would like to touch your booty! Is that OK? Yes?!" *slaps own booty* "Like that Ms. Daley?"
Me: "Very good."