It’s been a week like most other weeks, some bad classes, some good classes. A couple of cancellations and one class at a school where I teach a group of 8th graders for one hour a week and Wednesday was a makeup class because last week they were in England, which sort of puts my one hour a week English lessons to shame, and not a single student showed up.
(this is not my son’s class. It’s just a random photo from a Czech Nature School that I found on Google images)
The kids at the elementary school where I teach most of the time are getting restless, they know the end of the school year is approaching, this month about 1/3rd of the students at any given time have been at “Nature School,” or, to be more literal with the translation, “School in Nature,” the days are hot, today there was Italian music coming up from a little wine, sausage and cheese fair they were having in the park opposite (they have farmers markets there all the time and its not unusual for some kind of music to disrupt the class), and there was a general disinclination on the part of my students to study, which is also not unusual.
Add to that the fact that, since so many students are at Nature School (which is a really brilliant thing, by the way. The students go off to camp with their teachers for a week, they have a few classes, take a few side trips, but mostly just fart around with their friends. The kids love it and the parents get a mini-vacation.), some of my classes were scrunched together. My first class in the morning I had 5th, 6th and 7th graders all together.
As the kids are disinclined to work hard, so am I. I broke out the dice and the flashcards, started a quick game, and let it go. I still shouted at them a bit, I’m afraid, but it could have been much worse.
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