Yesterday I had a freshman English class. They were studying transitive and intransitive verbs.
It was the passing period into 4th period. I was up at the front of the room watching the kiddos come in. Many of them recognized me. I had subbed for one or more of their teachers last year.
"Great! It's the sub that hates me."
I looked up (she didn't say it all that softly) to identify the girl. It took me a moment. Then I remembered her.
Last year I covered three different teachers who all had the same group of 8th graders within about a week (this group and this group). This girl? I threw her out of all three classes. I wrote her up three times.
Do I hate her? No. I barely even remembered her.
I suppose I should explain. I don't spend a lot of time harboring anger towards students who misbehave. It's not worth the time or effort. They may make for an interesting post. Then, I concentrate on my next assignment. Sometimes I barely remember Friday what I did on Monday. Why then would I hold on to a grudge against a student I may not see for months?
4th period was the best class of the day. They participated. They worked when I told them to. And when they worked they were silent. A dream class. And the girl? She sat in her corner and did little to nothing.
Oh well. I wonder if she never works or if she chose not to work because I was there. But I won't wonder for long.
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