Why Don't You Just Write Down What I Assign You?
Part of my duties as a fifth grade teacher is to teach Social Studies for my partner next door. She repays the favor by teaching my students Science. That way, her kids learn some History and mine really will learn some Science. ("Now, boys and girls, why does Mrs. Teachergirl teach all the Social Studies?" "Because you took French in college to get out of Science." "Very good! You were listening.") I handed out some worksheets (old quizzes) yesterday, in an attempt to be efficient. I told my partner's students to work on them at will; that I would not be collecting them, grading them or doing anything of the like with them. I would let them see the answers today. It was a STUDY GUIDE and I would be taking the questions for my next quiz DIRECTLY from it.
I get a smart assed note from a parent today, telling me that I am giving precious too much homework. He goes to bed at 10 PM, after all, and this was just too much for him to handle. My first thought was 10 PM? That's when Teachergirl, herself, plops down. And my second thought was write down what I say. Give me a break. Yeah, I'm the biggest moron in the world. I give four pages of homework in one subject on Back to School night.
Labels: get a clue, get an agenda and use it, or better yet, teaching
posted by teachergirl at 5:08 PM
3 Comments:
I LOVE parents like that. Love.THEM! I haven't heard from any disgruntled parental units, but that's only because I haven't assigned much homework yet. I'm sure the two quizzes I have planned for Friday will rattle some chains.
How is Bob doing? Still in the dreds? He can't possibly be one of your slackers, can he?
And how did Back to School Night go? Was the tin box nice and cool? I actually felt - hold on to your bloomers - COLD AIR come out of the vents today. It only lasted 20 minutes, but by Oprah, those were a great 20 minutes.
Bob is not one of my slackers. I can't believe it. He's not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but he's giving it the old college try. Still in the dreds, however. And on back to School to Night, I had about twenty people in my tinbox and as soon as the last one got in, my air petered out. I did that presentation with sweat dripping down my back. Or as we say here in the South, I was glowing.
I am so glad you have had COLD AIR. I, too, have been privvy to some, but, you know, you'd think the county would cool the air for the parents.
I don't care what you do as a teacher it's the wrong thing for somebody. We can't win. Just grin and bear it....and I do enjoy responding to "those" notes. :)
You were the smartie pants this week for my wordless challenge. You earn a link in my explanation post.
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