Performance Review

Thursday. Tenth grade world history. Sixth period.

The students had an assignment in Google Classroom. Pretty standard stuff. They had some reading to do followed by questions. I told them this, and then I told them to get started. I went through the seating chart taking roll.

Nadine was not in her assigned seat. I asked her to move. And then I asked her again. And again. Nicely, I thought. I said, "Please." I said, "Thank you." It was after the fourth of fifth request that she did, in fact, move back to her seat.

She complained. She wasn't sure what to do. I hadn't explained it "well enough". (This was directed at a friend, not me.) I wasn't sure what more she needed explained. I told Nadine that my lesson plans said pretty much what I had already told them. If she had any difficulty figuring out something, I would, of course, assist her in that.

Nadine didn't want my help. She and the rest of the class got to work.

It was one of those boring days. The students worked quietly. I strolled to the back of the classroom to see what they had on their computers. Most of them had the assignment. Most of them were doing it.

They packed up at the end of class. The bell rang. They left. 

Nadine approached me.

She started out nice enough. But quickly she got into the reason for wanting to talk to me. She said that I did not do my job. She said that I did not behave appropriately. And she said she would get her mother to come down to the school to complain if I wanted to take this further.

Um... okay...?

I'm not sure what more she wanted, really. But whatever. I didn't feel like arguing with her. She left (with her two friends who laughed at her audacity while my talking to happened). And then it was lunchtime.

Of course, I get the last laugh. I noted this conversation in my note to her teacher. And now I'm making fun of her on my blog.