Wishing I wrote more

I wish I could teach a class based on ALDAILY.COM. I am so sick of this "Teach, RE-Teach, Answer questions, Answer for a test and Forget." I am so sick of this educational system at times.

Just read Aldaily.com. That's all.

The chaos of sixth period 2003

Time passes. I'm facing 2006 instead of 2003. The students I had as freshmen will be facing college and adulthood and I'll be a fourth year teacher, assuming I can pass my certification requirements.

What they face will be largely the work of their surroundings and genetics. I don't know how much of a role I played in their future.

But I would love to look back on my first few years as a teacher in this blog.

On the first day of school a girl asked if she could use my seat. I was so bewildered. I had no sense of authority.

Now I've developed that...to a certain extent. But I'm still working on it.

Well this post was pointless.

Allowing them to talk

A new student from Brooklyn came into class today and the guys went wild. Testosterone was pumping.

I couldn't get them to shut up. But it's funny.

I can't get the type of intellectually stimulating discussions going like in my other regular classes. I've had some real characters. I shouldn't say to them, "Why can't you be more like the others?"

Damn...if I had some readers I would be more compelled to write on here...Then again if I wrote on here I might have some more readers.

I was walking into my school and a few of the girls saw me with a dying branch of tabebua. I told them I was going to give it to my girlfriend and we had a pretty funny conversation about it.
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I gotta get the chess club in order!