So last week a kid threw a book out my window. My Principal was pretty cool about it. Head honch of school (who litterly used to be a warden) told me that my kids should be scared to do things such as this. I of course say I'm sorry. I am pretty pissed about this. I don't know if I am more upset about the kid pulling this shit or my schools honch tellin me that they should be scared of me. You know what I am upset over the situation. But the scared thing resonates with me.
I start this week letting them know that I can be mean and I am in charge. One thing I do is not let them open the windows. It's been about 70-80 degrees and there is no air conditioning. I am tough I don't care it gets warm. We sit and do things the way I want. Nothing too flashy just learnin.
I also have kids who like to get up and move around, for the most part I am ok with this. After my book flies out the window. I am not ok. I make everyone ask me to get up now.
This is my experiment. The week will continue this way. And the week when we return from spring break. I will show them that I have a stronger will than they do. I am stern and fair. They hate it. They thought they were pushing me over I was being nice. Now they tell me I'm mean.
All this being said. Imagine this conversation. I tell the students that things have to change. I can't be nice anymore they took advantage of that and now I will be mean. She looks at me and says. . . didn't the other teachers tell you to be mean to us? I said yeah. But I chose to be nice until I have to change my attitude. Most of you couldn't handle nice, so now I can be mean. She says I guess so. I asked her why should I be mean? She says well so we'll listen. I say well don't you have people being mean to you everywhere. I see the way you treat each other. Some of you go home and your parents are mean to you, other teachers are mean, etc. Isn't it nice to have at least one person who treats you with kindness? She says ohhh I guess that make sense. I say and this is what you have lost.
Life Lessons it's what I do.
I start this week letting them know that I can be mean and I am in charge. One thing I do is not let them open the windows. It's been about 70-80 degrees and there is no air conditioning. I am tough I don't care it gets warm. We sit and do things the way I want. Nothing too flashy just learnin.
I also have kids who like to get up and move around, for the most part I am ok with this. After my book flies out the window. I am not ok. I make everyone ask me to get up now.
This is my experiment. The week will continue this way. And the week when we return from spring break. I will show them that I have a stronger will than they do. I am stern and fair. They hate it. They thought they were pushing me over I was being nice. Now they tell me I'm mean.
All this being said. Imagine this conversation. I tell the students that things have to change. I can't be nice anymore they took advantage of that and now I will be mean. She looks at me and says. . . didn't the other teachers tell you to be mean to us? I said yeah. But I chose to be nice until I have to change my attitude. Most of you couldn't handle nice, so now I can be mean. She says I guess so. I asked her why should I be mean? She says well so we'll listen. I say well don't you have people being mean to you everywhere. I see the way you treat each other. Some of you go home and your parents are mean to you, other teachers are mean, etc. Isn't it nice to have at least one person who treats you with kindness? She says ohhh I guess that make sense. I say and this is what you have lost.
Life Lessons it's what I do.