Last Friday the 7th graders held a mutiny. Their goal: to "discuss their concerns with me about their treatment in class." We discussed it... they don't understand that they can't be treated like 10th graders, because they don't act like 10th graders. They're 7th graders... they act like insecure, immature, 7th graders.
Well. Today, I discovered that the 8th grade is following the 7th grade's lead and also wants to "discuss their concerns" -- just one question: when did I become the hated teacher? For the first time in my teaching career, I had the thought of "I hate my job." Which is wrong; because I can truly say that I love my job. All aspects about it ~ even the parents & the psycho kids. But this... all I can think is it must be something wrong with me. Something that I'm not doing right... something that is making all of this to happen. Short of walking away in the middle of the year - I don't know what to do. I dread teaching the 7th graders for the next half-year. Dread it. I never wanted to be in this position and I can't get anyone to understand what I'm dealing with. I literally feel lost, and drowning. I'm treading water, barely keeping my head above water.
I feel like, personally, I've failed them. All of them. 7th, 8th, 9th... 10th... All of them.
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