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January 12, 2005Student Evaluations and the Repercussions of Said Evaluations
This happened in December, but I forgot to write anything about it. Before the holidays, I had to give my students a test and write evaluations for them. Well, here was my chance to dish out a little pay back to those punk ass kids that I teach. I thought, "Iīll teach those 12 year olds to mess me." After they all did bad on the test my supervisor made up, it confirmed my suspicions...they donīt know shit. They donīt want to learn shit. My evaluations reflected my professional opinion in nicer terms. The last day of class before Christmas was a day to review the tests they took, handout the evaluations and have a little party. I decided to be nice and let them watch a movie or something. I decided to let them watch an episode of "Friends". I should have known better. They misunderstood my kindness for fear. As you may know, much like dogs and bees, adolescents can smell fear. They are furious because it isnīt in Spanish. I told them that I forgot I was teaching them Spanish and I would fix that problem right away. Then, just to rub salt in the wounds, I came back into class with another copy of "Friends" and told them it was dubbed into Spanish. I put it on, we watched the intro and then they found out it was still in English. "HA HA HA...gotcha ya!" As you can imagine, immature children being taught my such an immature young man is not a good combination. At this point, I figured I would just give them the evaluations now and get it over with. It was just about as bad as I expected. One student told me that her father was going to "cut her throat" and she mimicked the gesture too, for my benefit. Others were just yelling. Surprisingly, I didnīt draw any tears though. I will have to admit, I was a little disappointed by that. And yes, that does mean I am a bastard. At the end of class, their complaints followed my out into the street and nearly into the metro. Thank god they all live by my academy, otherwise I think they would have followed me home. Well, just to update everyone, yesterday was my first day back with this class. It went great. Only four of the seven attended. I received the silent treatment for the first few minutes until they realized that they like talking so much there was no way they could shut the fuck up for a whole hour and a half. Comments
I'm putting the Over/Under of how many times you raise your hand like your going to slap the shit out of them and curse in english at 7 per class. How these little kids don't run all over you is amazing. Posted by: newman on January 13, 2005 12:24 PMHope the kids or their parents don't read your blogs... Posted by: C.D. on January 13, 2005 08:38 PM |
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