Oh, I have so little to say today but it’s 12:30 and I am eager to get to bed so this will be very much like a diary entry and not of any great social or political import. Thursday is my busy day teaching, I have to be up at 5:30 to get out of the house at 6:15, I’ve got it timed perfectly, Metro to bus to a 5 minute walk and there’s never been a delay yet.
After two lessons there, a secretary who laughs a lot and the boss who is an easy talker, I head back over to Strossmayerovo Namesti where I have 6th graders, then my 9th grade class from hell, then 1st graders, but they are not my evil demon bound for a life in prison 1st graders, this is the good class but I am more and more of the opinion that they are almost as bad.
With the 6th graders I tried out a lesson I really planned for the 9th graders, who absolutely, resolutely refuse to have an original thought or participate in any kind of proactive discourse. The line from Antony’s funeral oration in Julius Ceasar about blocks and stones always pops into my head when I think of them, like now. A little song parody I wrote called “Don’t Worry, Speak English.”
The 6th graders at least had fun with it. Actually, I caught a couple of the 9th graders not hating it too much, but they still fought me every step of the way.
Then the 1st graders, who need massive doses of individual attention and they run wild the second your eyes shift to the other end of the room. They jump up on the tables, they run around the room like cats, i.e. suddenly and for no discernible reason, hide under desks, fall down, laugh hysterically at really stupid stuff and interrupt constantly. They do like the little TPR competition I’ve started doing with them, though.
It was a pretty good day. Have a good night.
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