Thirdland Week 7
Yellownecked Caterpillar My job has not been offering many pleasant experiences so far. A few good moments. A few engaged students. Overall, mostly bedlam and chaos. Yesterday I got so exasperated at the constant talking while I'm talking that I looked up at the ceiling and moaned plaintively to no one, "I just want this to be over." A few kids seemed to notice, but most kept on with their rigamarole and folderol. This is the kind of thing I'm dealing with right now: Episode 1 : While they were sitting on the rug not listening to my brief directions for their writing assignment, one kid secretly poked the kid next to him with a pencil. Over and over again. It's sad that the poked child would prefer the pain of a pencil jabbing into his thigh over telling the kid to stop so he could attend to the teacher's directions. When I finally caught on and stopped the pencil poking, 10 other kids decided to poke at each other, play rock-paper-...
