It was pi day today. Get it? 3/14, pi=3.14 Our math teacher celebrated with pie eating contests in her class. It’s a fun idea but the students were getting crazy. They showed up for class on a major sugar high. Rodney, in particular, was obnoxious (more so than usual). My mood didn’t improve when the counselor told me that his mother wants a conference with me. His behavior has improved in class (thanks to all the extra time and energy) but he’s still failing.
Most of the kids have been improving. The expulsions have removed a lot of our least cooperative students and the others have improved without having the chronic troublemakers around. Deon has been moved to the alternative program. I ran into the alternative teacher and she said he’s doing great. Yeah, I think he’d be doing great in my class too if I only had three students. I’m happy for him, though. We’ve been trying since first quarter to get him in alternative. Why does it take so long? We’ve wasted so much effort on this kid.
I’m taking tomorrow off. I have to write a couple of papers for class. I’m starting to get behind now and I really don’t care. I find myself sitting at the computer and just staring at the screen. It’s my last semester. . .
This is the story of a burned out teacher who works in a dysfunctional school. Everything you are about to read is true. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. Warning: This blog contains depictions of actual middle school events and may therefore be inapropriate for children.
About Me
- Mr. Moore
- Rahab J. Moore wrote this journal while in his third (and final) year teaching at George Washington Middle School, a dysfunctional middle school in Alexandria, Virginia. He has since transferred school systems and is happy to report that he is no longer a "burned out teacher". Mr. Moore continues to update his blog. He welcomes your comments.
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