If I had known what would happen, I'm not sure that I'd have taken last Friday off...
wait, who am I kidding...that's a lie.
Well, it turns out that 8th graders who have two months left until they go to high school make some bad behavior decisions. Last Friday my 8th graders decided to steal snacks out of the teacher cabinet. The little shits robbed me! Yes, it is only food, but they were sneaky little jerks about the whole thing and I got super pissed. This group of students (my only middle school class, thank God) takes the prize for my least favorite people at the moment. But an honorable mention goes out to the substitute who sat back and allowed five 13-year-olds to chow down on 20 bags of chips. Nice work, sir.
These little cherubs also decided to lie to my face, then change their stories, then lie to my face again. After many lectures about trust, some "snitching" sessions, several written self reflections, and two rounds of group therapy with the Dean of Students (no joke) I still don't know exactly what happened. So, if you see smoke coming out of my ears, it is probably because I'm thinking about 4th period...and their terrible, terrible grammar.
I give you:
The student who thinks he is only in trouble because he didn't do the word search.
The student who was doing so good until he suddenly ripped his book apart.
Then recanted 24 hours later and isn't quite so innocent.
The reformed thief.
And the student who thinks I'm going to send him to jail.
Good luck in high school, guys.
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