Monday, March 8, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Yes, This Is My Job
The following is an ACTUAL conversation I had with a fourteen year old yesterday (with minimal embellishment):
In the hallway, right after the tardy bell for sixth period
Me: Hannah* where were you during fifth period?
Hannah: I was there
Me: No, you weren't. I came to your classroom, you weren't there. I talked to your teacher, she hadn't seen you.
Hannah: Well, I was there.
Me: Hannah, 45 minutes in the bathroom from the time 5th starts til the time 5th ends is not called being in class. Its called skipping class. That's an unexcused absence. Which is a lunch detention.
Hannah: Whatever.
Me: How about 7th period. You've been absent in 7th for the past seven days. Where were you?
Hannah: I was there.
Me: You weren't there! I spoke to Mrs. Miller. She hasn't seen you in class for seven days! One of you is lying. Are you calling Mrs. Miller a liar?
Hannah: (shrugs) I guess.
Me: Really?! Really? Is your brain broken? Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I enjoy chasing your adolescent, truant ass all over the school? Well I don't, shocking I know. You know, I have a degree...I worked for a long time and paid a lot of money for it. And for what?! To check every bathroom stall in the building for you every hour. And guess what else? I get paid about as much as I did my senior year of high school. So maybe you could do us both a favor, save us some misery (cuz I know you can't stand the sight of me) and just GO TO CLASS.
Like I said. A little embellished.
In defense of Hannah...she's got a terrible home life and lives in an environment I can barely comprehend. Still, she doesn't seem to be motivated in the slightest to better her situation and manages to make my days miserable in the process.
*Name has been changed to protect the very, very guilty
In the hallway, right after the tardy bell for sixth period
Me: Hannah* where were you during fifth period?
Hannah: I was there
Me: No, you weren't. I came to your classroom, you weren't there. I talked to your teacher, she hadn't seen you.
Hannah: Well, I was there.
Me: Hannah, 45 minutes in the bathroom from the time 5th starts til the time 5th ends is not called being in class. Its called skipping class. That's an unexcused absence. Which is a lunch detention.
Hannah: Whatever.
Me: How about 7th period. You've been absent in 7th for the past seven days. Where were you?
Hannah: I was there.
Me: You weren't there! I spoke to Mrs. Miller. She hasn't seen you in class for seven days! One of you is lying. Are you calling Mrs. Miller a liar?
Hannah: (shrugs) I guess.
Me: Really?! Really? Is your brain broken? Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I enjoy chasing your adolescent, truant ass all over the school? Well I don't, shocking I know. You know, I have a degree...I worked for a long time and paid a lot of money for it. And for what?! To check every bathroom stall in the building for you every hour. And guess what else? I get paid about as much as I did my senior year of high school. So maybe you could do us both a favor, save us some misery (cuz I know you can't stand the sight of me) and just GO TO CLASS.
Like I said. A little embellished.
In defense of Hannah...she's got a terrible home life and lives in an environment I can barely comprehend. Still, she doesn't seem to be motivated in the slightest to better her situation and manages to make my days miserable in the process.
*Name has been changed to protect the very, very guilty
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