I am terrified...

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Chuggs

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Hi!

(See post above.)

I was damned and determined to get through the day without writing up any student. (Disciplinary report.)

By the skin of my teeth I was able to keep every class period in some manner of ordered chaos. :dizzy:

8th period, last period of the day! Yay! I just have to get through the next 50 minutes without incident. Idiot.

Students came in yelling, cursing, jumping on and over desks...in my loudest, authoritative voice I said, "Sit down and and be quiet!" Yeah, that was as effective (Effective? Grammar Nazi? Was that the correct word? Ha!) as a fart in a tornado.

Out of the corner of my eye I see two students squared off. A female and male, LITERALLY, nose to nose, each with their right fist raised and ready to punch. It seemed like the room was in a vacuum. No noise or sound. I knew if someone blinked or twitched a muscle it would be a battle royale. (Yeah, yeah. The heck with spell check.)

I ran to hit the Panic Button. ( The Panic Button alerts the administration to a dire situation and help is needed ASAP. Send in troops!) I hit that sucker a gazillion times. Nothing. Why? Because this teacher/class/room has so many problems day in and day out that it has been deactivated. Damn logical, huh?

The other students start yelling, "Fight! Fight! Hit him! Hit her!" Great! Throw gas on the fire. Frick. I leave the room (A big no-no.) and go next door to hit the Panic Button but that teacher has her door locked. Ha! I yell out, "Hit the Panic Button! I need help RIGHT NOW!!!"

I run back to my room and the combatants are still squared off. (BTW-We are not allowed to touch students-even to break up a fight. Automatic firing and possible lawsuits. I don't give a f....) I accidentally shoulder my way between them and ...ta-da! The troops arrive. Yay! You would think?! Not.

I point to the two students and they are taken ( "Taken"? Grammar Nazi?) out of the room. Wait!!! There's still more. The other students start to square off on each other. "It was her fault!" No! He's a p****!" She's a c***!"

I call out to the troops and say, "I have more." The V.P. and disciplinary staff come back and I say to the class. "Who wants to stay in class or wants to join in the altercation? Speak up or sit down?!" Most (MOST! Not all!!) sat down.

For the next 40 minutes, I struggled, mightily, to keep the remaining students in order. Have mercy. I'm not getting paid enough for this crud.

(BTW- there were 3 students who completed their assignment. I thanked them muchly.;;D I asked them if it was always like this. Frick grammar. I'm tired. They said, "Yes, Ms. That's why we sit at the back of the room and try to do our work.")

Well, IMO, that's all kinds of frooked up.

Ha! I'm trying to find another sub job for tomorrow.

(I'm thinking...maybe I should go post on FF's thread, "WTF")

Thanks for reading!

Peace.
Wow! What a crazy day you had. Glad you made it through. ;)
 

Lina

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Jun 24, 2009
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Hi!

(See post above.)

I was damned and determined to get through the day without writing up any student. (Disciplinary report.)

By the skin of my teeth I was able to keep every class period in some manner of ordered chaos. :dizzy:

8th period, last period of the day! Yay! I just have to get through the next 50 minutes without incident. Idiot.

Students came in yelling, cursing, jumping on and over desks...in my loudest, authoritative voice I said, "Sit down and and be quiet!" Yeah, that was as effective (Effective? Grammar Nazi? Was that the correct word? Ha!) as a fart in a tornado.

Out of the corner of my eye I see two students squared off. A female and male, LITERALLY, nose to nose, each with their right fist raised and ready to punch. It seemed like the room was in a vacuum. No noise or sound. I knew if someone blinked or twitched a muscle it would be a battle royale. (Yeah, yeah. The heck with spell check.)

I ran to hit the Panic Button. ( The Panic Button alerts the administration to a dire situation and help is needed ASAP. Send in troops!) I hit that sucker a gazillion times. Nothing. Why? Because this teacher/class/room has so many problems day in and day out that it has been deactivated. Damn logical, huh?

The other students start yelling, "Fight! Fight! Hit him! Hit her!" Great! Throw gas on the fire. Frick. I leave the room (A big no-no.) and go next door to hit the Panic Button but that teacher has her door locked. Ha! I yell out, "Hit the Panic Button! I need help RIGHT NOW!!!"

I run back to my room and the combatants are still squared off. (BTW-We are not allowed to touch students-even to break up a fight. Automatic firing and possible lawsuits. I don't give a f....) I accidentally shoulder my way between them and ...ta-da! The troops arrive. Yay! You would think?! Not.

I point to the two students and they are taken ( "Taken"? Grammar Nazi?) out of the room. Wait!!! There's still more. The other students start to square off on each other. "It was her fault!" No! He's a p****!" She's a c***!"

I call out to the troops and say, "I have more." The V.P. and disciplinary staff come back and I say to the class. "Who wants to stay in class or wants to join in the altercation? Speak up or sit down?!" Most (MOST! Not all!!) sat down.

For the next 40 minutes, I struggled, mightily, to keep the remaining students in order. Have mercy. I'm not getting paid enough for this crud.

(BTW- there were 3 students who completed their assignment. I thanked them muchly.;;D I asked them if it was always like this. Frick grammar. I'm tired. They said, "Yes, Ms. That's why we sit at the back of the room and try to do our work.")

Well, IMO, that's all kinds of frooked up.

Ha! I'm trying to find another sub job for tomorrow.

(I'm thinking...maybe I should go post on FF's thread, "WTF")

Thanks for reading!

Peace.
What a crazy day it was indeed. I am glad you made it and survived through this nightmare. Please, be strong and stay safe!
 

Autumn Gust

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My most "interesting" times of substituting have taken place at high school continuation schools. Now that's the place where things can get real dicey, real fast. Some fond memories include a student spraying the fire extinguisher in class just for kicks, fist fights resulting in blood on the desks and carpet, and a water balloon thrown through the open classroom door that sounded just like a gun shot (and about gave me a heart attack). The school district controls all internet use on its computers; however, that never stops some students from surfing wherever they want. That is how I got to see Osama Bin Laden having sex with a goat as well as other equally entertaining images. The most chilling experience I've had occurred about fifteen years ago. I'd spent the day in an isolated portable teaching art. It was at the end of the school day and the campus was pretty much deserted. I was packing up my stuff, ready to go check out at the office, when two big high-school guys came in. I tried my very best to act casual but I felt frightened. They said, "Hey, c'mon, why don't you be a FUN substitute." Mustering up every ounce of courage in my body, I made some kind of joke, walked past them with a fast, confident stride, and went out the door. Ah, yes… good times fer sure… Eight years ago, I became the main substitute for the district's school for developmentally delayed children and it's the only place I work. It's a wonderful place and I feel so priviledged to be able to work with the staff and students there. I figure I've paid my dues and deserve this little piece of heaven!
 

Neesy

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My most "interesting" times of substituting have taken place at high school continuation schools. Now that's the place where things can get real dicey, real fast. Some fond memories include a student spraying the fire extinguisher in class just for kicks, fist fights resulting in blood on the desks and carpet, and a water balloon thrown through the open classroom door that sounded just like a gun shot (and about gave me a heart attack). The school district controls all internet use on its computers; however, that never stops some students from surfing wherever they want. That is how I got to see Osama Bin Laden having sex with a goat as well as other equally entertaining images. The most chilling experience I've had occurred about fifteen years ago. I'd spent the day in an isolated portable teaching art. It was at the end of the school day and the campus was pretty much deserted. I was packing up my stuff, ready to go check out at the office, when two big high-school guys came in. I tried my very best to act casual but I felt frightened. They said, "Hey, c'mon, why don't you be a FUN substitute." Mustering up every ounce of courage in my body, I made some kind of joke, walked past them with a fast, confident stride, and went out the door. Ah, yes… good times fer sure… Eight years ago, I became the main substitute for the district's school for developmentally delayed children and it's the only place I work. It's a wonderful place and I feel so priviledged to be able to work with the staff and students there. I figure I've paid my dues and deserve this little piece of heaven!
Wow - good for you Autumn Gust - you have paid your dues and God bless you for working with special needs students now - they deserve a good teacher who can help them and not just be a babysitter :shake: :angel:
 

Dana Jean

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My most "interesting" times of substituting have taken place at high school continuation schools. Now that's the place where things can get real dicey, real fast. Some fond memories include a student spraying the fire extinguisher in class just for kicks, fist fights resulting in blood on the desks and carpet, and a water balloon thrown through the open classroom door that sounded just like a gun shot (and about gave me a heart attack). The school district controls all internet use on its computers; however, that never stops some students from surfing wherever they want. That is how I got to see Osama Bin Laden having sex with a goat as well as other equally entertaining images. The most chilling experience I've had occurred about fifteen years ago. I'd spent the day in an isolated portable teaching art. It was at the end of the school day and the campus was pretty much deserted. I was packing up my stuff, ready to go check out at the office, when two big high-school guys came in. I tried my very best to act casual but I felt frightened. They said, "Hey, c'mon, why don't you be a FUN substitute." Mustering up every ounce of courage in my body, I made some kind of joke, walked past them with a fast, confident stride, and went out the door. Ah, yes… good times fer sure… Eight years ago, I became the main substitute for the district's school for developmentally delayed children and it's the only place I work. It's a wonderful place and I feel so priviledged to be able to work with the staff and students there. I figure I've paid my dues and deserve this little piece of heaven!
WHAT? SEX WITH A GOAT? DANG IT. GOAT MOLESTATION IS A CRIME.
 

SusanNorton

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I subbed for a while, and the most valuable trick I learned was this: don't sit down. Walk up and down the aisles while they do their work - they never know when you're behind them, so they are better behaved. Don't lose your cool (I did once - it wasn't pretty and I still regret it) - smile and enforce the rules quickly and strictly. If you have any idea ahead of time who the "problem kids" are, enlist their help early on and pretend you don't know their reputation - sometimes they are so flattered and happy they behave!

Good luck!
 

Bryan James

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Don't be their friend until they respect you, twiceover.

Then be their mentor.

Tell them what they are going to learn, then learn it to them, then tell them what they learned.

Play the friend card after that.

You can change the world with those pestilential living clay gurgles that just need a purpose.
 

Sigmund

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Oh! I just saw this:

Read Parent's Facebook Response to 'Ridiculous' Common Core Math Homework | Parenting - Yahoo Shine

There is a specific manner in which teachers are to teach. CC Common Core. Many, many people are against it . Why? It makes teaching=LEARNING too difficult.

As an example, she gave the board a basic fourth-grade division problem which CC requires students to solve by using 108 steps.

I subbed for a teacher who taught 8th grade math-algebra. She left an assignment and the key/answers. (But not the problems worked out.) Algebra isn't my strongest suit but I can roll. I looked at her instructions and all 6 class periods tried to work the problems per her instructions-didn't work. I tried it my way and Yay! we got correct answers and the kids could follow my way. Another teacher came in and looked at how we were working out the problems and she got sorta tee'd off. She erased the board and said for us to follow the CC instructions. One of the braver kids told her no one could work the problems that way and my way (old school) they could. Cold look my way. Oh, well.

Keep on it Chuggs!

Peace.