Oh yeah. I work. Part II
On a "Mad TV" rerun, the spoof Public School House Rock hit a little close to the bone. It starts: "When you walk into class/you have no place to sit your ass."
Coincidentally, today marks the first since August that all students in my fourth-period American Literature class had a desk in which to sit. That's mainly because three students transferred from my college-prep class into the remedial class. Hmmmm. So rarely do I believe they actually need remediation. But, there they go ... and with them goes any chance of meeting A-G requirements for university acceptance.
Honestly, I'm not burned out. Not even close. Toward the end of last semester, I was getting a little crispy around the edges. But I'm good for the next 18 weeks.
But dang, my students are smart enough to subvert every attempt I make to have them actually learn something. And yet, they consider themselves too dense to do college-prep work. Now, that burns me.
9:00:43 PM 
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