Thursday, August 10, 2017
Misread the Schedule
The continuation high school is back in session. Their first day was last Tuesday. I was there on Wednesday.
(The teacher had a training for the district. The rest of the district is on summer vacation, so she was the only one who needed a sub.)
2nd period. I hate calling out the roll, so when possible, I do the "reverse". That is, I walk around the room with roster in hand and ask each student his/her name. They tell me, and I mark them down as present.
Because it was the second day of school, schedule changes continue to happen. So, when a couple of the students' names were not on the roster I had, I wrote them beneath the list. After making the rounds, I sat at the computer to input the roll. And that's when I discovered that Brian was not in the class.
Okay. No problem. I went over to him and explained that he was in the wrong class. I did it gently.
"No. This is my class. I'll prove it to you..."
And he pulled out his schedule.
Mind you, I was not accusing him of "visiting". I assumed it was an honest mistake.
As soon as I saw his schedule, I understood the problem.
The continuation high school has this thing called "advisory". They meet once a week, kind of like what I understand a home room used to be. They get announcements. Important papers are passed out to them. That sort of thing.
But, with the software that generates schedules, they have no way of marking "advisory", so they call it period 0. And the students should learn that period 0 is for their advisory class. But newbies to the school are still learning their way around.
Brian had this English class 1st period. 2nd period he was supposed to be elsewhere. But, he didn't look at the periods; he only counted down lines from the top. (Why his advisory teacher didn't realize he shouldn't have been in his class 1st, I have no idea.)
I explained where he was supposed to be. And he was not pleased. He stormed out of class, angry. I let the teacher he was supposed to have know what happened, and then settled in for the rest of the period.
Turns out having Brian leave mellowed the table he was sitting at way down. (They weren't terrible, but they were way more quiet once he was gone.) So, bonus!
I worry about embarrassing them about things like this. I guess I shouldn't worry so much.