Another week done and another month done. I really need to start an anonymous blog, because lately, most of the unexpected, weird, funny, interesting stuff in my life revolves around other people, and I'm into respecting people's privacy. It's no fun continuing to write about being sick. Being sick is boring. Also, maybe I don't want everyone to know every bit of truth about me, even if I want to write about it.
And of course it's inappropriate for a teacher to reveal too much to the students. Lord knows I'm inappropriate enough at times. From around 8th grade on I was always, though not exactly a class clown in the sense of always wanting attention directed at me, pretty much of a wiseass. I always did enjoy disrupting a class, and now I find as a teacher it's just as much fun as when I was a student, maybe even better because I don't get in trouble.
Today I wasn't exactly disruptive, but I did somehow get 8 generally well-behaved honors students riled up enough that the teacher in the classroom next door started banging on the wall to quiet us down. What does that say about me that this was my favorite moment of the day, or at least the one that makes me most proud? I do like a bit of disruption for its own sake.
For the record, I was only kicked out of class a couple of times in high school, a fraction of the number of classes I cut. Once I was mad enough at a teacher that I switched into another class for a day. But ultimately I went back because even though the teacher I was mad at (who was, I believe, equally mad at me, except he was mad at me for something I didn't do- though I wish I did because it was hilarious- and I was mad about being blamed) was kind of a jerk and had distinctly frog-like facial features, he did have the redeeming quality of being obsessed with Rasputin, the Mad Monk of Russia, a character quite deserving of obsession, (my favorite part of the Wikipedia entry is that Rasputin had "several beverages names after him"). And the other teacher gave a lot more homework and the day I was in her class was wearing a bright pink dress with absolutely the worst pit stains I'd ever seen. I'm still traumatized by them.
The other time my ejection was pretty much year-long. I always disagree when students say "that teacher hates me." Teachers don't tend to actually hate students, even the annoying ones. But this guy really did not like me and I must admit I enthusiastically gave him plenty of cause; I didn't much care for him either. He was very tightly wound and I enjoyed trying to unwind him. So we made a truce. I could skip class and hang out in the senior lounge except on days there were tests and as long as I kept getting A's on the tests I never had to come to class. Not having to go to class was such a great incentive for me to work hard that I believe I got the highest grades in that class of any non-math class I ever took.
Much of this week has been spent making up a midterm for my Calculus class. Technically, an exam at the end of a trimester cannot possibly be a midterm, but there's no catchy term for an exam you give after 1/3 of the year.
The rest of my not-in-class time this week was spent either expressing disbelief that the foundation who saw fit to give iPads to every student in order to bring us into 21st century education was balking at getting them for all the teachers as well. I asked nicely, if I can't have an iPad can I at least get an iPad mini? But it was to no avail.
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