After the last time, I swore never again. Never again lasted two weeks.
Although the deck was stacked against me. The teacher requested me. And there were no alternative assignments for the day.
Friday. That eighth grade English class. You remember the one. First, they stole my clock (and got offended by my accusation). Then they threw a stink bomb.
I kinda thought the teacher wouldn't want me back after all that.
Now, actually, the rest of the day had been pretty much OK. Believe it or not, the kiddos worked silently. Eighth graders. It was just that persnickety third period...
I braced for them. I set up all the materials so I wouldn't have to turn my back on them. And then...
They were fine. I mean, we had the usual I-can't-get-a-word-in-edgewise discussions while reading an article together in class. But they did do the assignment. And they didn't figuratively blow up the classroom. They weren't even the worst class of the day.
A win. Sort of. Hooray?