Belly Laughs from the Teacher's Desk

I usually do not talk about my work life here...but this was just too good not to share. This week has continued to be challenging with my little tween nuggets. Yesterday - the lesson plans were put aside for the day, journals taken out, and questions posed as to how we can work together to make our class environment a little more positive.

To give you a little perspective, the following journal entry is written by a twelve year old girl. She is well under five feet tall, still has a baby-ish look about her, cute as a button, and barely speaks a peep in my class. She participates, takes impeccable notes and is an A student in my class. Yesterday afternoon, she wrote the following...

"What do I like about this class? What I like about this class is doing across the floor and warm up. EVERYTHING. I come so happy to dance in this class, because I like to dance, but the majority of the class doesn't pay attention and they don't fucking shut their fucking ass mouths when we come into the room.

What I don't like about this class is that people just talk and talk and they don't give a FUCK. That's what I hate...because I come all proud that "Oh, I'm going to dance!" but people FUCKING RUIN IT. That's what gets on my nerves.

I would like it if they would leave, and change their schedule, because it's annoying when they don't PAY FUCKING ATTENTION.

P.S. Sorry, Ms. D that I wrote inappropriate words, but I'm so mad today. I'M. SO. MAD. TODAY. "

Needless to say, I was HOWLING.

Also - there was a very large mad face drawn underneath this entry with sharp angry teeth and crazy eyes.

I think that she missed the constructive goal of the essay assignment, but I'm glad that she feels like her journal is a place that she can express herself freely.

Still laughing...I may have to photocopy this and hang it in my office.