Thursday, March 15, 2018
I used to have this small travel clock. On days when I was in a classroom where the clock didn't work or was missing, I would pull it out so I would know what time it was. (I don't wear a watch, and my phone lives in a buried part of my bag.) I need to know what time it is so I can time things like when it's time for the class to pack up their stuff.
It was day one in an eighth grade English class. They had a writing assignment, and things were going pretty smoothly. Third period was a bit of a challenge, but nothing too terrible for eighth graders.
At about three minutes until the end of the period, I noted the time via my travel clock, and then I announced to the class it was time to clean up.
They packed up, returned their books to the shelves, and generally did the get-ready-to-leave stuff.
The bell rang. As the class left, I went back to verify my travel clock's time was about right. (It's something I do frequently. If my clock is more than a couple minutes off, I'll fix it. If it's about a minute off, I remember to take that into account when I'm watching the time.)
I went back to where the clock was, only it wasn't. It was gone.
So, naturally, the next day I confronted period three about the missing clock right off the bat.
And they... were offended... by my accusations.
So, yeah, the clock is gone. And I'm sad about that. (It wasn't anything expensive, and it's probably time to replace the thing anyway, but that's not the point.)
But I'm not real happy with how they treated my announcement.
Two students "had to" step out they were so angry. At me. For accusing them of stealing my clock. (No, I didn't accuse them specifically. Because I have no idea who took it.)
Others complained that I had no right to accuse them of the theft. They weren't to blame. And they were so upset they couldn't take the scheduled quiz that day. (They took the quiz. I wasn't about to let them get away with that too.)
I don't know whether to laugh or cry at their audaciousness. At this point, please laugh.