I was asked to cover an extra period. (Which is not at all unusual. Last week I only had one day where I didn't work that prep period.) The secretary gave me the room number, but it didn't ring any bells. But, eventually, I figured out that I had covered that class before. For a week.
And I remembered 4th period. Not fondly.
I got there, and the kiddos went straight for the rats. I attempted to explain what the assignment was, but half the class was out of their seats and roaming around. Eventually, we got through the intro stuff, and they got to work.
Well, some of them. Most of them. A few did little to nothing.
Well, not nothing. There was the mock fight. One boy superglued a chair, so another boy had a wardrobe issue. Then there was the flipped backpack. You get the idea.
I was so glad to see the end of that class. I went back to my nice, peaceful class for the rest of the day.
6th period arrived. And I recognized two of the worst from the other class. (I guess they recognized me first.)
But Mr. H is a much stricter teacher than Ms. S. So, the two boys actually sat down, settled, and got quiet. Oh, they tried to sit next to one another (even though their assigned seats have them across the room from one another), but when I insisted, they sat where they should.
They were difficult, but it was a much more manageable difficult. I wrote down their names anyway.
While they hadn't done anything terrible in the ELD class, I was still reeling from forensics. And I stated that next to their names in the note.
Unfair? Probably. But I just couldn't help myself.