Wednesday, January 10, 2018
For the last week before winter break, I covered a math class. (Ms. C teaches four different classes--well six, but four, kinda. Long story.) Before lunch was the statistics class.
The assignments for the week were also "winter break homework". And also, for the most part they were online (so, technically they were due Sunday night). So, while I encouraged them to get something done ("No homework over the break!"), I wasn't terribly concerned with getting everyone on task.
(Some classes can't have this kind of leeway. The kiddos will tear the room up. But these students... These were the advanced math classes. They wouldn't get here unless they generally do their work. And many of those not on task were actually doing work for other classes. So, yeah, they get laissez faire me.)
It wasn't until the bell that I noticed the sleeping student. (I really should have noticed him earlier, though.)
"Bell rang. Lunch time. Time to go."
He didn't budge. So, I gently shook his shoulder. When that didn't wake him, I slammed a door (the door to the computer cart). I tried his shoulder again...
I mean, it's lunch time. He has to want to go to lunch...
(I want to go to lunch. And hit the restroom, which I can't do until after the room is empty of students.)
I kept at it, and eventually he woke. Groggy. It took him a bit to get to coherent. The empty room probably startled him, too.
All he wanted to do was go back to sleep. And now I felt bad. I thought he'd want to know class was over, but he didn't much care.
But I kinda needed the restroom. And I only had that half hour to myself. If I let him sleep...
Sometimes I gotta be selfish. At least, that's what I tried to tell myself.