Today I have 6 girls in my classroom for over an hour. Two are crazy loud mouth feisties, two are painfully shy, and two are pretty middle of the road. I try to talk one through a tantrum over her grade which actually really seems unfair and I am wondering if the teacher really is doing something wrong. I look up her grades, talk her down, make a deal with her before she goes to speak with this teacher. Talk to the next one about her grades and talk her into doing her DDM. I’ve talked about them before, they are tests I have to give because my district needs to check that I am teaching them something, eight million ways none of which they really check!! The post test is a cold read performance of a monologue which I have to film. I get her to do it and she rocks it. The other girls comes back, she kept her temper I am very proud of her, but basically had the door shut in her face and now needs me to call the office so she can get a bus pass and let her into the bathroom and needs me to explain to her why she is also going to do her cold read, Meanwhile all the other girls are asking about their grades and I go over it with them all. One girl is asking about make up work when she missed a performance. I get girl number two to do the cold read and to get shy girl number one to feel comfortable enough to do an actual very simple thing, but she’s shaking her head and hiding under her bangs so I try to duck into another class with her but none are empty and she comfortable nowhere, so I let that go for a min, talk to shy girl number two who is also sometimes nasty and rude into a comfortable state and she does hers. she decides she’s just going to read it. That’s not…give me your best…yea…THEN I usher out all the other five girls some of whom are playing soccer in my room. After conversations about how R. has changed and doesn’t fight anymore, she lists names and names of girls she didn’t fight, T. makes a beyond her years comment to the likes of: “but that’s the people you shouldn’t fight because you have a past connection with them…” then we talk with her about her reading struggles and her acting triumphs. I talk with C. about how I just found out bullying was happening to her in my room, and had I known, and it was important to me for her to know that…AND I need to sign everyone’s attendance buy back paperwork. AND go over when why they were absent, whether it was excused, if it has to be made up…
Then…it is just shy girl number one and I left. Alone, and she can finish her DDM because she cannot do it in front of ANYONE. She starts, stammers, has to restart, holds her hand to her throat consistently. Yet, she kind of really rocks it, using different voices for the girl when she’s being fake and the girl when she is admitting what she really thinks in her head, great emotion in her voice even some gestures…such growth! so proud of all of them!
This was only what happened after school today.
I am finally done, heading home…and I cry. I cry because I haven’t told you about the rest of the day. Another story for another day…soon, cuz there’s some doozies of stories to tell.