I got off, and we got debriefed before preparing for our stations. I’m going to go on a limb and say I think is a wonderful job, because all the good kids make it worth it. The bad ones…. not so much. But today I have to say two of my three groups were good. Lunchtime was chill, because somehow the kids managed to have arm wrestling tournaments on their own. As Ron Paul says, let Liberty reign over everyone.
Period 1: I taught Film to Group 7 showing them clips from the Jazz Singer, Singing in the Rain, and Glee, and subsequently afterwards asked them to make a musical number/routine of their own. The girls did well, while the guys had some micro-drama and subsequently were broken into two seperate groups. The kids had a good time and behaved, and that’s all that really matters in the end. They lined up in a perfect straight line bribed with the rewards of tickets.
Period 2: I taught Math to Group 8, and they were terrible. About roughly 5 of them was so bad, that by the end of the period I made everyone in the class play the game of silence, thrusting upon them the high level of disappointment I had in all of them. I told them if they didn’t want to be here, they had to tell their parents, and not ruin it for the rest of the class. I made them do worksheets the entire time to try to get them to calm down. One of their arguments was that they thought it was going to be summer camp, and it turned out to be more like summer school. I would have to slightly agree with them, but I told them they needed to make the best with what they had.
Period 3: I taught Film to group 6, and they were also behaved, except for the fact that the girls this time had the micro-drama, subsequently having to break up into two seperate groups. I would choose this group anyday over the melodramatic Group 8, who I will ultimately encounter again twice on Friday. OH JOY! All will be forgiven and I will re-attempt to try to make all their lives better in the end though.
Afterwards, my past and present collided. Because I missed the bus stop like 10 seconds after it came, I walked on over to Popeyes to have a delicious dinner (in combination with the sandwich I bought). It tasted exactly the same as the days I used to work there, and subsequently my past and present collided in an unexpected way. I would go to the bus stop across the street, bus back to campus, and use my laptop at Price Center for fun purposes. After going home, I was overwhelmed by a feeling of sadness, and then surprised when Tyler, Julia, Alex, & Lauren came back from Chipotle. We played a round of Uno (I lost), and watched the pilot of Dexter (okay show, but I hope the next episode is better). When they left I ended the night on the phone with Geetha before falling tragically falling asleep.
