When I entered the teaching field last year, college had "prepared" me to help any child, modify any behavior, and raise everyone's self worth. I felt like I could take on the world, and succeed. Maybe that year made a critic out of me, but this year, I'm just not buying it. I can give 100% to my students and still, all will not necessarily learn, all will not feel good about themselves, or get along with their peers. I can bend over backwards, dance in front of the class, and work one-on-one with every student, and still all will not understand everything. It all comes down to one thing: them giving a rip.....for 12 year olds that's demanding a lot.
They are too old to be little kids, who want to impress their teachers and parents. They are not old enough to care about their future. So somewhere in there, lies me, responsible for showing them the light. I say all of this to lead up to the tantrum thrown in my room today. This year I have a student who was placed in my room this year, instead of the smaller class setting she was accustom to. She enjoyed being in my class, but literally would not participate in anything...including recess, lunch, gym, music, let alone anything academic. So today, when being moved to a smaller setting, she decided to really let the principal, new teacher, and 6th grade wing have it. That's right folks, temper tantrum, 12 years old, 50 minutes.
My next degree will be in psychology.
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