Kids have germs. These germs are passed to teachers who then pass them to me. This is a cycle of pure evilness coloured with a tinge of irony...
So, I'm halfway through my second week of teaching and I still have grip on the remnants of my sanity. Well, at least I haven't started pulling my hair out. It's an interesting job with a variety of challenges that I really did not expect. I'm constantly tired which, I'm told, is normal. I often find myself feeling sorry for some of my students - not in a pitying way just generally sorry for the environment that they have grown up in. And, I have been finding my students can be freaking hilarious when they are not trying my patience.
A perfect example was in one of my younger classes (I teach at high school level) where one student had moved from his desk and was making random animal noises. Even though it was annoying and I had to keep telling him to settle it was also hilarious. I would never have thought of something like that.
Unfortunately, I feel that the current education system does not do them any favours. This may sound harsh but I feel that the current system does not promote creativity, multiple intelligence or intelligence in general. But I won't go into any further detail regarding that.
Anyway, I shall leave you with a poem from one of my favourite poets. No, it's not Coleridge or Keats, though they are both great...instead it is Taylor Mali - a teacher from America who does a lot of performance poetry/slam poetry.
I hope you find inspiration from this like I have.