Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I'm so mad I could spit nails!
Yes, that's right... I actually said it. That phrase that, for over 10 years, I've been making fun of my mother for using. All this week I've been administering a language assessment to my students. It's a really important test that will decide whether or not they are in ESOL again next year. So naturally, I don't want any of them to pass it, and they ALL want to pass it! I mean, if that pass that's good because it demonstrates that they learned something while in my class -- but if they all pass, I won't have any students left to teach next year. But enough with the explanations. The reason I am so furious is because I caught one of my students using his cell phone to look for an answer. I'm positively sure that my face turned beet red. I didn't even have words for that kid. In fact, I just stared at him (he was completely unaware). When I felt like I had enough control over myself to talk to him, I calmly asked him to sit in the next room. He figured out what was going on when I announced to that teacher why I was kicking him out. Ugh. Stupid kids.