Hello! I don't want to keep anyone waiting over the holidays, so I will satisfy your desires and give you a little something to chew on over the break.
I substituted for two elementary schools this week, on Monday and Tuesday. Tuesday I asked a 4th grade student to move seats because he was getting to distracted by his peers around him and this is what he told me: "I'm not gonna move."
What?!
"I'm not going over there."
I was shocked; stunned. What do I say to that? I either play the ultimate power move and send him to the office, or I give up. Well guess what, ladies and gentlemen? I gave up. I didn't want to send him to the office. He wasn't being that bad, really. I just asked him to move his seat, but the situation quickly escalated into something far worse than I could have anticipated (read: Iraq). So I said very sternly:
"Ok, this is the last warning. If I have to come over here again, you are going to the office. Alright? That's it."
And it more or less worked. I hate giving in. It goes against all models of teaching, training, incentive, etc.
1 comment:
Wow, good [sort of funny] analogy. Are you ready for Christmas?
Yes, that poem thing actually is kind of about a several-year long story, but I'm glad you found it relevant to something in your life, too.
I hope your holidays are fresh:)
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