Let me refer you back to this post: A Bad, Bad Day
I have no idea what to do with class. I have talked with parents, set up behavioral contracts, met with vice-principals and counselors, met with my mentor teacher and my BYU internship facilitator.
No matter what I have done, there are a few particular kids who I will call Ethan, Bob, Tony, and Amy. They are terrible, terrible kids. Honestly. And I hate saying that because I believe there’s good in everyone. But these four, manly the 3 boys, cause all the trouble I have. And half the class, like lemings, like sheep, like monkeys, follow in their footsteps. If Ethan, Bob, and Tony make an innappropriate comment or shout-out, searching for a laugh, boy will they get a laugh. If they start talking to each other, the class will rise in an uproar. They are always trying to out-do each other.
No participation points for the day doesn’t work. A call home doesn’t work. In-school detention doesn’t work. Talking to the vice-principals don’t work.
Half the class hates them. They’ve told me.
A few have written me uplifting notes, like these.
Some have tried giving me suggestions as what to do.
One girl wrote me a note today on some makeup work.
|Excuse her spelling, she is a special ed student of mine. And note, I don’t scream. No. Never. I use a more strict, teacher-ly, “you are most definitely in trouble” voice.|
So, I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m fed up with those handful of students. I can’t believe I am actually saying this (never thought I’d be one of those teachers) but I am relieved when at least one of them are absent!