the other side
Yesterday, he was the kid who shouted "fuck" at me oh-so-many times and then refused to leave the classroom on a referral.
Today, he was the kid who helped pass out papers and then sorted them and made neat piles for me without being asked, and he has an A+ after four days in the term.
Is he the one who will ice me or a teacher's helper?
That's what is so difficult - they're all both. I can't write any kid off because they will change a million times before Friday. I can't feel comfortable with any one's stability because they might flip on me the next day.
Aztec boy is still mad at me for eating lunch with spiked-hair boy. His tablemate said, "You know how much he likes you. He just gets weird." Which was an amazingly sensitive thing to be said by tablemate, a metaawareness of teen instability (and tablemate is, by the way, my greatest success story of this year - he has bloomed academically like I have only seen one other kid ever do before, and his writing is really becoming superb). Spiked-hair boy was messing around in class and one of the girls said, "He's flirting with you" and I said, "What, you jealous?" He was flirting with me, but not in a creepy way. I've worked since November to get this kid to LIGHTEN UP and I give him a rash of shit whenever I can, and now I can actually get him TO SMILE and laugh. Angry spiked-hair boy who is 6'4" of serious finally has been cracked. I break 'em eventually, it's what I do. Because now that he likes and trusts me, he will actually work on his writing, which needs some pretty serious help.
I really really really do not feel like working.
Back to reading, I guess. Have to get it all done tonight, for two full days of writing a prospectus.
Sigh. Have I mentioned that I hate my job and the rest of my life here? (Except for my friends, because surely one will call me soon and save me from this reading hell.)
Today, he was the kid who helped pass out papers and then sorted them and made neat piles for me without being asked, and he has an A+ after four days in the term.
Is he the one who will ice me or a teacher's helper?
That's what is so difficult - they're all both. I can't write any kid off because they will change a million times before Friday. I can't feel comfortable with any one's stability because they might flip on me the next day.
Aztec boy is still mad at me for eating lunch with spiked-hair boy. His tablemate said, "You know how much he likes you. He just gets weird." Which was an amazingly sensitive thing to be said by tablemate, a metaawareness of teen instability (and tablemate is, by the way, my greatest success story of this year - he has bloomed academically like I have only seen one other kid ever do before, and his writing is really becoming superb). Spiked-hair boy was messing around in class and one of the girls said, "He's flirting with you" and I said, "What, you jealous?" He was flirting with me, but not in a creepy way. I've worked since November to get this kid to LIGHTEN UP and I give him a rash of shit whenever I can, and now I can actually get him TO SMILE and laugh. Angry spiked-hair boy who is 6'4" of serious finally has been cracked. I break 'em eventually, it's what I do. Because now that he likes and trusts me, he will actually work on his writing, which needs some pretty serious help.
I really really really do not feel like working.
Back to reading, I guess. Have to get it all done tonight, for two full days of writing a prospectus.
Sigh. Have I mentioned that I hate my job and the rest of my life here? (Except for my friends, because surely one will call me soon and save me from this reading hell.)
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