My point being
March 18th, 2008 by jadeite
My mother asked why I didn’t want to teach in Cath.olic Hi.gh, which would be more convenient in terms of travel.
“No bloody way,” I responded with fervor. “I’m not teaching in a school so near my house that I can bump into four of my students just walking down the corridor of my apartment block. And I’m not teaching in an all-boys school.”
“Why not?”
I shuddered. I presumed this action to be sufficient for her comprehension.
Today, my class gleefully proved my point. Last term, I set them summary homework to do. Ridiculously short homework for one whole week - just one three-row chart and one 70-word summary. Piffling. They were supposed to hand it in on Tuesday, their first English class of the week, but since this term’s timetable was changed, I saw them yesterday and assured them that they could hand in their work today. I reminded them. Yesterday. Many times.
And today, out of a class of 40, 29 people handed in their summaries. One of the errants was a girl. The other 10 were boys.
Add to that the number of times I confiscate Rubik’s cubes from them, remind the same select few to RETURN TO YOUR SEAT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUTSIDE THE CLASSROOM!??!???!??, WHERE IS YOUR HOMEWORK I TOLD YOU I WANTED IT TODAY, BY TODAY DID YOU THINK I MEANT YESTERDAY?, I SAID GO BACK TO YOUR SEAT, THERE WILL BE NO SNIDE REMARKS IN MY CLASSROOM, AND YES, I DO MEAN YOU, SET YOUR BUM DOWN ON YOUR SEAT AND IF YOU MOVE ONE MORE TIME IT WILL BE DETENTION FOR YOU MISTER I MEAN IT.
I absolutely refuse to teach in a boys’ school.
Well, R:I probably wouldn’t have as much problem, I suppose, though I’m not sure if it’s worth trading in for.