Friday, July 21, 2017

Too Much Time on Their Hands


It was Friday. Summer school. Modern world history. They were to finish all chapter five work. According to them, they were all done. So, they found ways to "entertain" themselves.

Inappropriate ways...

To be fair, it was only eight of them. In a class of thirty. Everyone else either worked or found something quiet to do.

At this point in the summer school (the end of the fourth week), they should be fairly used to the routine, and if they knew they'd have time, they should have brought something else to do.

But, once I got through roll (which was a challenge in and of itself), the eight of them went into play mode. I already told you about the hair clippers. And I had the usual problems of students who would not stay seated. (That is, the boy decided it would be a good idea to amble about the classroom--at least until I put a stop to that.)

One boy left to use the restroom. The others hid his backpack. (I kept an eye on them. I was expecting them to flip it.)

A couple of them got way too interested in the wall behind them. Vandalism? They found a tack. The tack now resides on the teacher's desk.

Someone was playing with a condom. At least this one remained in its wrapper. Still, they were grossed out by it, so I put it in the trash.

When they finally settled in to watch something on their phones, they couldn't just sit still. No. Everyone had to watch the same video on one phone, crowding around it. (If they're done, I don't mind them being on their phones. It mellows them out. Until they're all sharing whatever one is doing.)

I was so glad to see the end of those two hours.

As they were leaving, three girls (not of the party of eight) were a little slower getting out of the room. So, I asked them if that group was misbehaving especially for me. I was told that the group did goof off when Mr. B was there, but they were a little quieter for him.

Ah well. I wonder if they're actually passing the class this time around.

34 comments:

  1. 2 hours? oof, gruelling!

    ReplyDelete
  2. That sounds like a big bunch of handfuls. Hopefully you won't be called back.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Have no helpful thoughts or ideas here. Condoms?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Not sure if I'm glad they had one or not. At least they didn't open it.

      Delete
  4. Ughhh....I would hate to be in summer school even as a teacher

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Well, there aren't many of them who do it, and they seem to be the same bunch every year.

      Delete
  5. Yuk. I hopr you get paid well.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It's a paycheck when I might not get one at all, so...

      Delete
  6. The more I hear of your school days the more I realize being a teacher would not have been for me - except for the summers off part :)

    ReplyDelete
  7. Hi Liz - I admire your forebearance! Cheers Hilary

    ReplyDelete
  8. I agree with mshatch. ~grin~ Thanks for your efforts.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Keeping in mind that *this* is my "summer off"...

      Delete
  9. Have you entertained a career change? Then again, write your memoir first. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com

    ReplyDelete
  10. Oh, God bless you! The worst part of my day on Thursday (I have Fridays off during the summer) was scraping wax build-up from corners.

    ReplyDelete
  11. Free time always meant trouble when I subbed too. Maybe come up with a project so big they'll never have free time. Must be completed in class.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. During the school year I totally do things like that. But this is summer school, and they know they're doing bare minimal work to "make up" their grade.

      Delete
  12. Tacks. Back in 5th grade, a few Ss (I was not part of it, but I also didn't try to stop it) put a tack on the teacher's chair. I guess she had stepped out of the room...?

    When she sat back down we all expected a ruckus, but nothing happened. Nobody got in trouble either, of course.

    ReplyDelete
  13. I remember in summer school, there was a group of kids who single handedly orchestrated an event that cleared the entire class for the day. I couldn't tell you how many (I'm thinking a minimum of six) kids simultaneously broke stink bombs around the classroom when we had just gotten back from lunch. They did it however so that none of them had any on their hands or feet or clothes and no one ever saw them throw them, so no one could identify who did it. The stench was so immediately terrible that the had to clear out the class and then spent the remainder of the day trying to go back in and identify the perps.

    ReplyDelete
  14. Hey Liz...I have a tourist book downstairs that tells what is happening at certain times in our area. I will check it tomorrow and let you know.

    ReplyDelete
  15. Hey Liz....Email me at pjack214@bellsouth.net...I have a list of things that your friend might like to do while in Nashville. Depend a lot on the type of things she likes to do...

    ReplyDelete
  16. At least they're like that with the teacher too

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yea, it made me feel less like a failure at containing them.

      Delete
  17. Umm… someone was playing with a condom? … in class?

    Anyway, glad I'm not yet. Those two hours sound like they were fun. 😳

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Unfortunately, this is not the first time I've seen this sort of thing (see the link in the post).

      Delete
  18. Who knew a tack or a condom could be so interesting? Too bad it doesn't occur to them to bring a book or something. I know I say this a lot, but you make me glad I'm not a teacher.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I know, right? Even them being on their phones (on their own) would have been preferable. But no...

      Delete

I appreciate your comments.

I respond to comments* via email, unless your profile email is not enabled. Then, I'll reply in the comment thread. Eventually. Probably.

*Exception: I do not respond to "what if?" comments, but I do read them all. Those questions are open to your interpretation, and I don't wish to limit your imagination by what I thought the question was supposed to be.