Wednesday, December 5, 2018
Her Most Hated Class
Eighth grade math, first period. It was a class called integrated math 1, which is basically algebra 1. So, while these were eighth graders, these were the good eighth graders.
They had a worksheet. I passed it out. They settled and got to silent.
I had just settled in for a quiet period when the teacher returned. Ms. J was on campus in various planning meetings all day. (They do curriculum things, meet with newer teachers, and have various administrative stuff to take care of.) She set about getting what she needed.
The students? Not a peep.
Ms. J was waiting for something to print. She came over to me.
"This class, it drives me crazy."
I looked out at the quietly working class.
"They're always like this."
I suppose, when one is lecturing, one would prefer interaction with the students. I can see that. But I've been in other eighth grade classes where the students are more lively. And loud. And wild. And crazy.
I was rather enjoying the group.
I don't know if Ms. J realizes how good she has it.
Ah well. At least not all the periods were silent. (They were all on task, however. It was a good day.)