So I'm listening to Bob Seger on a Saturday evening (hence the title). All is quiet in the school building, except for the raucous rendition of "Hello Dolly!" being performed in the auditorium. And where am I, as usual? In my classroom, trying to get my crap together for next week! Would have done it today, except I was judging debate in Champlin Park for some extra $$. Can't do it tomorrow, as I'm at a wedding shower for my cousin all day. And so it goes on...
To say it concisely, I am in hell. My alternative learning center junior highers are killing me, bit by bit. Let me ask: Do I seem like the type who enjoys immaturity? Do I like responding to asinine questions that are completely unrelated to what we are learning in class? Do I really want to work with these kids?
If you know me at all, and therefore answered "NO" in a resounding fashion to all of the above, you are so totally my people!! (Can I get a shout-out for grown up conversations, what what?)
Kill me now. Bob and I are going to try to put together a hands-on activity for the little buggers, to keep them busy and me sane. Wish me luck and patience.
