Is it that people don't pay attention? Or that they can't pay attention (as in 'I'm de-evolving, don't be too harsh with me)?
Honestly, I don't know - and I don't care. All I see is that the results bug me - quite a lot.
Just today...
I got to job#1, opened the door to my classroom and... my raised-in-a-barn colleague had moved tables (and not bothered to put them back because that's so bloody tiring and takes soooooo long [insert massive snort and a wish to frell one of his knees here]). That's one thing - incidentally, I left the tables where they are because I'm not a man with a van.
Then, I turned to our common white board, and... [drum-roll, please] both sides had things written on them. In full Carolyn Knapp-Shappey mode, I wiped clean the side with fewer stuff, and I wiped a square on the other side, in the middle, and in a nice red square, I asked him to wipe the thing. Ta, muchly!
If his plonkerish highness doesn't wipe our board next week, the next message shall be: 'I'M NOT YOUR MAID!!!'
He could be the Viceroy of India - I don't care. I wipe the board when I leave, I'm not paid to do it for him. Bloody Neanderthal.
Icing on the cake: the students. Monday's lot was fantabulous; when I told them it was the 200th anniversary of the publication of Pride and Prejudice, they asked me question about it, and we ended up working on Jane Austen, and a bit of Shakespeare and Dickens on the side. It was extremely productive.
Today's lot: chatting, drawing cutesy stuff on the important paper I'd just given them, not taking down notes and using their mobiles whilst I've clearly forbidden it. They're all over 18, but I think it'd be quieter to deal with a whole nursery school!
Next week, I predict some growling - to begin with.
And this week's cherry on the icing goes to job#3 and to the gal who doesn't understand that I told her that I've deleted a few files in one particular folder.
It went:
Her: where's the rest of the stuff?
Me: I deleted a few things.
Her: I thought something was missing, but if you say the folder's complete.
*blink*
Me: *head DESK*
May I move to Vulcan now? Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!
4 comments:
you need to invest in one of those cell blocking frequency boxes. carry it with you to class and turn it on. watch your class get all confused. no phones! no wireless! the looks alone fir the first week would be worth the price.
I wish! These are illegal over here, and I wouldn't be able to buy one (and I'm not good enough to build one).
It'd be awesome if their mobiles were useless in my room!!!
I can't understand that addiction, and I'm going to make them obey my rules - the hard way if need be. *sigh*
Don't know why, but I can't make more than one comment from my phone. Have to make all others from a computer. Idiot technology.
Anyway, just get a basket and make them chuck them in as they enter and collect them when they leave. :-) keep the phones behind the podium with you. Guess that's illegal too, eh?
I hear you! I can comment through Firefox, I've got to use IE. Go figure...
I can't do that either, you're right. :(
Too bad, that'd be awesome...
Today was quiet because (check my latest post) my colleague angered me so much that even the silliest students didn't dare be idiotic today.
I'll have to turn "permanently growl-ey", I guess... ô.O
Oh, I'll be in your inbox in a few minutes... ;)
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