Roller-Coaster Rage Complex

Alright Rockettes,


So week 2 of Terms 2 is over and if there is any sort of grove to speak of in the classroom, I might slowly be crawling towards it. If you've ever done any sort of teaching before you are very much aware of what I like to call the  "Roller-coaster Rage Complex," or the act of spending your day experiencing dramatic spikes in rage and happiness.

Thursday in particular was quite the sample. Somethings that happened are as follows:

-One of my Grade 8s brought me a watch as a gift because I drove her home yesterday. Her transport had left and she was crying all pathetically and adorably...I'm not completely a robot, people...

-When I told a group of Grade 9s to get to class, a chubby one apparently told his friends something in Sepedi. When I asked him what he said he goes, "Miss, I said you are very beautiful" and then he GAVE ME THE UP AND DOWN EYES.  (....I can't hit kids, I can't hit kids, I can't hit kids...)

-One of my entire Grade 8 classes RAN into the library while I was on the phone and it was exactly like this... I just told them, "NOPE," and locked myself in the library. 

-Watch Girl came back to hang out with another friend and we talked about 1800 American Steam Boats and how she was surprised when a white girl wanted to be friends with her.

-Grade 9 losers tore down, crumbled, and stomped on a sign I made for the library.  If I had seen who had done it, I would have sat them down and made them make me another one.

-2 Grade 11 boys I meet this week through Art Club came in to do art during break and after school.  I got to give them "art challenges" on figure movement and expressionist portraiture....then one of them ruined it by telling me he smokes weed and I know I probably have to do something about that information now.

-I walked in on some kids with phones out (which are not allowed in school) and when I tried to take it the girl (who was in cahoots with cubby sexually inappropriate kid from before) shoved it in her bra.

-Most of the teachers left around 11:00 to go to either a Memorial Service or a Union Meeting so kids were basically just wildin' out in the hallways, running around, screaming, and storming the library like it was the Bastille.

- 2/3 of my kids skipped my class. So y'all get zeros, y'all get a late, y'all suck. 

-A group of girls asked me to teach them about makeup...apparently they don't know yet I'm a huge bro who sweats a lot.