I get up at 5:45 and I'm off to school by 7. I arrive at 7:20 to a bunch of kids waiting ouside my office asking questions about what I clearly stated 46372 times the day before. I'm not even to my first class. The bell rings. It's time for hall duty. Kids are scrambling about, still figuring out where to go. I guide them. I'm still not even to my first class. Ahh...homeroom. The kids are so tired and drained that they have nothing to say. Ahh..a moment to think.....
At 8:21 I head down to the auditorium with my rolling cart in tow, ready to teach 77 6th graders how to sing. I am bombarded by questions I can't even make out at this point. There are SO MANY of them! I make a loud announcement and tell them to sit. They get fussy with me because they think I'm being mean. Oh, well. We warm up, we sing, FIRE DRILL! We get inside. Class is basically ruined due to our three time a week fire drill policy. So much for teaching....
The next three classes are General Music. The kids don't want to learn. I write up worksheets the night before for at least an hour, make hundreds of copies, just for them to get left behind. Today they are acting extremely pissy because it's hot outside and our building has no air. I talk, they talk through my lesson. I give them warning. A minute of silence passes. I engage group with chalk board exercises. They start to talk again. I assign writting to those who interrupt. They bitch. All is quiet for a moment. More talking...more writting assigned.
Before I know it, the bell rings and school is over. I spend 3 hours after school to decorate my room....but I don't understand why...they don't care...they just talk and throw spit wads through my entire class. I go home. I think of ways to engage them.....I think that just maybe that this time it will work...I though this for the past 4 days...nothing has worked yet. My light is still flickering, but at the same time it is beginning to dim.
I try so hard, yet they don't care. I don't know if I can do this.....