I’m noticing that for the last several posts, I really haven’t written about teaching. Not really. The fact is, I’m drained from collaborative meetings. It turns out that I’m not quite the diplomat that I thought I was.
Today, as usual, I got the same excuses for not doing homework as I do every day. Again and again. I finally went *Camp Vermeulen* on them. (This comes from Halford…Insanity…in my blogroll) That’s when I get so tired and fed up from being trying to be creative, that I simply stick them in rows and have them read from the text. They refuse to interact, so it’s a punishment/consequence of sorts. It’s the curriculum that they are supposed to have. Problem is, it doesn’t teach them how to think. In or out of the box. Fill in the blank. Spit it out. Blah blah blah.
After the class a girl was sad, with tears even. I had tears. She said, “But I like the way you teach.”
So do I.
Maybe I’m just not cut out to teach English. PE? Great. Science? I’m on top of my game. Language Arts? Reading assessments that I can’t give because the computer room is not ready. Writing assessments that I have been trying to teach. How do you respond to a piece of literature, and how do you get me to understand that you are connecting with it?
We start our Poetry Hour tomorrow. I got a lovely email from Taylor Mali (Google him to see *What do Teachers Make* on YouTube), in which he showed me exactly how to do the Poetry Slam.
It’s that, or we can again learn the writing process.
Since I don’t drink, there is no option but to walk through this. I wonder if the kids feel as badly as I do tonight?