Tomorrow is the start of my second week of teaching out of a total of 26 weeks that I am here. Is it sad that I counted the weeks? Does it make sense that I am more nervous now then I was a week ago? I guess it does. Now, I know what they are like. And I don't just mean the kids. The kids I can almost understand. But the school is ridiculously unorganized and underfunded.
My first week, two additional classes showed up at my door. No one knew what was going on. I was supposed to get a induction, a meeting with a assistant head master, on the first day. I am supposed to have that tomorrow now. I didn't have any keys except to my class room until yesterday which was a big pain becasue everything is locked.
Most of the kids weren't that bad. A little talking and stuff just trying to see what I would do but some refuse to listen ot do anything. They can leave school when they are 16 just like us but it is way more common here. They can get a job and if they don't the governement will take care of them. They don't see why school is necessary, they think they should be free to do what they want. Which I guess I did too but I always knew school was leading somewhere... I didn't think it was leading me here though.
I think that i am dreading this week more because it is going to be harder. I am going to have to be stricter and give out punishments which means paperwork. I don't know if I am cut out for this. I want them to like me too much.
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