ndeshana is eating a cadbury egg.
I will be an awesome teacher some day, but man, right now, with 31 students in my homeroom, including 21 boys, I feel as though Hell hath no fire for a seventh grade math teacher!!!! I feel like I am always running as hard as I can just to stay on the safe side of “lagging behind”. Just getting my kids to recognize that I am in the room is a major accomplishment, let alone getting them to understand how to convert decimals into percents or even understand integers as, say, numbers, as opposed to a breed of fish, or a dessert topping. And sometimes they are violently fighting against me: resisting any piece of informtaion I might try to sneak into their brains; howling at the injustice of being submitted to the torture of following rules, or showing respect for others, or sitting down.
And yet I love it. How I will ever get through it I often wonder. Excellence seems like a pipe-dream, but really, if I could just somehow get one of them through adolesence with an incling of understanding, I think I might have managed.
