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.
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.
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.