Thursday, July 28, 2016
I expect a certain level of disdain from the students. I understand. They think I'm old. And what I think is cool they generally roll their eyes at.
What I want from them is their cooperation when it comes to getting through the lesson plan. And when I have that, I'm good.
So, when a student acts like something I say or do is way cool, I'm skeptical. They're doing an Eddie Haskell to my Mrs. Cleaver.
Last week's Eddie liked my earrings and said I was the coolest sub ever because I deigned to give him a fist bump. Uh huh. Sure.
Now, Eddie did his work. Albeit a bit sloppily and in a hurry. And the bare minimum. His buddies were also a bit... Well, not wild per se, but a bit loud. And they were way too eager to get finished with things so they had some spare time to play basketball games on their phones.
Last Friday the topic was tobacco. And they were to do a presentation to the class. Eddie and his buddies wanted to know if they'd get full credit if they did the minimum amount of work. Well...
I knew. I just knew. Even when they volunteered to go first, I knew.
And I was right.
They got up in front, and they giggled their way through their presentation. They had done the work. Sort of. But they didn't really spend any time on actually talking through their points.
Good thing I came up with a grading system for the assignment. Because that wasn't going to fly. (I scored them from a low of OK, through good, very good, and one group got an excellent.)
Their presentation was OK. And no amount of buttering me up is going to change that score. Because they played around way too much.