I can honestly say that the 6th grade class at my school is one of the weirdest classes I've been in. Ahhhh, the adolescent years.
I finished off my day with the 6th grade. They are a naturally distracted bunch. I like to think of it as "Ooo! Something shiny!" syndrome. To makes things even worse, the kids had just had their P.E. class. It's hard to sit down and write about old black and white TVs with giant screens after playing dodgeball for 40 minutes. Some of them were participating. Thank you!
When my co-teacher and I first walked into the room, there were maybe 10 students in the classroom. That's another thing, it completely baffles me that the bell hardly means a thing in Georgia. The message of the Georgian bell seems to mean, "Class has started, but get there when you can." That would never fly in the US. Anyway, the bell rings. We go to the class and wait for the rest of the kids to come. They come from the gym downstairs, drenched in sweat. Gorgeous. Apart from being late, many of the kids had strange smirks on their faces. My antenna went up! Something's going on here. I glance around and most of them had white streaks going down their jackets and sweaters. Chalk. I found myself spending much of the class room collecting chalk pieces from the kids. They were still drawing on each other during class. One boy in the front row, took a mechanical pencil from the girl behind him and colored it with the piece of chalk he had. Pretty sure he's crushing on her. I will now be referring to him as Chalk Boy! Honestly he's not one of my favorites because he, among other boys in the class, spend 80% of their time staring at me. Only slightly creepy. I'm not THAT interesting. I think that they stare at me to see when I'm watching them because I actually notice when they are throwing things across the room or drawing on the desks or what have you. Haven't they figured it out yet? I see all! :)
Until next time. Adventure is out there!
I finished off my day with the 6th grade. They are a naturally distracted bunch. I like to think of it as "Ooo! Something shiny!" syndrome. To makes things even worse, the kids had just had their P.E. class. It's hard to sit down and write about old black and white TVs with giant screens after playing dodgeball for 40 minutes. Some of them were participating. Thank you!
When my co-teacher and I first walked into the room, there were maybe 10 students in the classroom. That's another thing, it completely baffles me that the bell hardly means a thing in Georgia. The message of the Georgian bell seems to mean, "Class has started, but get there when you can." That would never fly in the US. Anyway, the bell rings. We go to the class and wait for the rest of the kids to come. They come from the gym downstairs, drenched in sweat. Gorgeous. Apart from being late, many of the kids had strange smirks on their faces. My antenna went up! Something's going on here. I glance around and most of them had white streaks going down their jackets and sweaters. Chalk. I found myself spending much of the class room collecting chalk pieces from the kids. They were still drawing on each other during class. One boy in the front row, took a mechanical pencil from the girl behind him and colored it with the piece of chalk he had. Pretty sure he's crushing on her. I will now be referring to him as Chalk Boy! Honestly he's not one of my favorites because he, among other boys in the class, spend 80% of their time staring at me. Only slightly creepy. I'm not THAT interesting. I think that they stare at me to see when I'm watching them because I actually notice when they are throwing things across the room or drawing on the desks or what have you. Haven't they figured it out yet? I see all! :)
Until next time. Adventure is out there!
I really never want to go back in school life. As it's been a toughest time of my life.
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