I feel like my life is pointless. I don't know where I belong.
I know I'll feel better in the morning.
I have to start getting more sleep.
And praying more.
And reading the Bible.
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Showing posts with label venting. Show all posts
Monday, April 14, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Ignorance and Immaturity
I've been subbing at Holt Jr. High for Mrs. Dowling all week. I start out in Mrs. King's room...a class that's entirely made up of special education students. I'm there for activity and first hour. Second hour, I take 4 of the kids to choir.
Granted, I know this is middle school, so immaturity runs rampant. Nonetheless, I find myself getting really agitated when some of the other students laugh at, mock, ignore, or throw things at some of "my kids". Some of them are nice to them, but by and large, these kids are just plain rude.
One of the other students tried to hit one of my kids with a rubber band. He's lucky it missed. I gave him the evil eye teachers give students as if to say "I'm watching you." I felt ultra protective at that moment. I was just WAITING for him to try to fling another one.
And I just want to add this: that choir class is a complete joke. The teacher just has the students "sing along" to songs you'd hear on the radio. HOW is that choir?! Let's just encourage sexual behavior by playing those songs, shall we?
Ok, after choir, I take the kids back to Mrs. King's for language arts and I go to lunch. I come back, help for the remainder of the class, then take the kids to lunch. After lunch, it's back to Mr.s King's for pre-vocational. And finally, for fifth hour, I take 4 of the students to engineering.
I'm not entirely convinced this class is the best for these students. Even though "less" is required of them for the class, it still just...doesn't seem right. I tried explaining their assignment to them in simpler terms and it's literally impossible. The ideas themselves are too complex.
The kids had to take these small square pieces of paper, label the sides, and then tape them together to form a top, front, and right side. I forgot to take one of the student's box with me and she left it at home. The teacher said they needed them, so I told him I needed to make her a new one because I forgot to take hers for her.
He said something along the lines of "Well, geez-o-pete, can't she remember?" And I wanted to be like "Are you seriously that ignorant?! She's mentally handicapped."
The teacher aggravated me more than the other students.
Middle school students are expected to be slightly ignorant. But teachers?? C'mon now.
I suppose I have to have patience with some of the teachers just as I do with the students. Yet, were it not for being in the classroom, I would have said something to that man. And if the music wasn't so freaking loud in choir, I would have had a talk with that boy. I should have regardless.
Granted, I know this is middle school, so immaturity runs rampant. Nonetheless, I find myself getting really agitated when some of the other students laugh at, mock, ignore, or throw things at some of "my kids". Some of them are nice to them, but by and large, these kids are just plain rude.
One of the other students tried to hit one of my kids with a rubber band. He's lucky it missed. I gave him the evil eye teachers give students as if to say "I'm watching you." I felt ultra protective at that moment. I was just WAITING for him to try to fling another one.
And I just want to add this: that choir class is a complete joke. The teacher just has the students "sing along" to songs you'd hear on the radio. HOW is that choir?! Let's just encourage sexual behavior by playing those songs, shall we?
Ok, after choir, I take the kids back to Mrs. King's for language arts and I go to lunch. I come back, help for the remainder of the class, then take the kids to lunch. After lunch, it's back to Mr.s King's for pre-vocational. And finally, for fifth hour, I take 4 of the students to engineering.
I'm not entirely convinced this class is the best for these students. Even though "less" is required of them for the class, it still just...doesn't seem right. I tried explaining their assignment to them in simpler terms and it's literally impossible. The ideas themselves are too complex.
The kids had to take these small square pieces of paper, label the sides, and then tape them together to form a top, front, and right side. I forgot to take one of the student's box with me and she left it at home. The teacher said they needed them, so I told him I needed to make her a new one because I forgot to take hers for her.
He said something along the lines of "Well, geez-o-pete, can't she remember?" And I wanted to be like "Are you seriously that ignorant?! She's mentally handicapped."
The teacher aggravated me more than the other students.
Middle school students are expected to be slightly ignorant. But teachers?? C'mon now.
I suppose I have to have patience with some of the teachers just as I do with the students. Yet, were it not for being in the classroom, I would have said something to that man. And if the music wasn't so freaking loud in choir, I would have had a talk with that boy. I should have regardless.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Why Lansing Sucks.
Today, a man "with the city" came to the door to give us a written warning.
If our sidewalk isn't shoveled and salted within 24 hours, there will be a $25.00 fine.
I mean, this is somewhat understandable.
However, combine this with the "no parking on streets from 12am-5am" with a $9 ticket as the penalty and you get ridiculousness. It's seriously messed up that you can't even park in front of your own house without getting a ticket.
Yeah, the roads need to be plowed. But they never plow our street anyway!!
I know that is not a law in Indiana...and things were just fine. Just drive around the snow/parked car.
Grrrrrrrrr.
Oh, and what's even more ridiculous about the sidewalk thing: EVERY OTHER HOUSE on our street has their sidewalks salted...overnight.
Our neighbors hate us. That's all there is to it.
If our sidewalk isn't shoveled and salted within 24 hours, there will be a $25.00 fine.
I mean, this is somewhat understandable.
However, combine this with the "no parking on streets from 12am-5am" with a $9 ticket as the penalty and you get ridiculousness. It's seriously messed up that you can't even park in front of your own house without getting a ticket.
Yeah, the roads need to be plowed. But they never plow our street anyway!!
I know that is not a law in Indiana...and things were just fine. Just drive around the snow/parked car.
Grrrrrrrrr.
Oh, and what's even more ridiculous about the sidewalk thing: EVERY OTHER HOUSE on our street has their sidewalks salted...overnight.
Our neighbors hate us. That's all there is to it.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Do others as you would have done unto you...
I went grocery shopping a few days ago and, of course, everyone swarmed the checkout. Seriously, though, why does that happen?!
Anyway. I was only behind one lady. I looked back and a man in his 50's (ish) behind me only had a few items in his cart. "Do you want to go ahead of me since you have less in your cart than me?" I offered. "Oh, I don't mind." So, I told him to just go head of me...that it was no big deal. He chuckled a condescending chuckle and said under his breath: "I really don't care" as he walked ahead of me.
My heart sank a little. I mean, I didn't go cry about it, but I was hurt. By a complete stranger. I truly wanted to do something nice for someone...not that I'm a [bad word] all the time, I just like to do things for people in hopes that it will brighten their day. And I was made to look like a fool.
By the time I got to the cashier to pay for my things, I realized I was angry. I wanted to go find the man and swear at him..."I tried to do something nice for you and you had the nerve to say 'I don't really care'?!? I tried to make your day better and you ruined mine."
Those are the things that make you wonder if there's any hope for humanity.
Then there are things that help you see that there are nice people.
I'm at Beaner's right now and their floor is flooding from an unknown source. Two regulars walk in and the old man picks up the mop and starts to mop up the water.
Not a huge spectacular gesture...but neither was my gesture. But it's the small things you HOPE will at the very least bring a smile to a persons day.
Anyway. I was only behind one lady. I looked back and a man in his 50's (ish) behind me only had a few items in his cart. "Do you want to go ahead of me since you have less in your cart than me?" I offered. "Oh, I don't mind." So, I told him to just go head of me...that it was no big deal. He chuckled a condescending chuckle and said under his breath: "I really don't care" as he walked ahead of me.
My heart sank a little. I mean, I didn't go cry about it, but I was hurt. By a complete stranger. I truly wanted to do something nice for someone...not that I'm a [bad word] all the time, I just like to do things for people in hopes that it will brighten their day. And I was made to look like a fool.
By the time I got to the cashier to pay for my things, I realized I was angry. I wanted to go find the man and swear at him..."I tried to do something nice for you and you had the nerve to say 'I don't really care'?!? I tried to make your day better and you ruined mine."
Those are the things that make you wonder if there's any hope for humanity.
Then there are things that help you see that there are nice people.
I'm at Beaner's right now and their floor is flooding from an unknown source. Two regulars walk in and the old man picks up the mop and starts to mop up the water.
Not a huge spectacular gesture...but neither was my gesture. But it's the small things you HOPE will at the very least bring a smile to a persons day.
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