It’s called the “Monday Meltdown” and is an excuse to just let out some of the frustration within. We all have frustration, yes? So – let’s focus our frustration and let it out on Mondays – because we all know that Mondays just deserve it. Just ask Garfield. ::grins::
Here’s how it is going to work. I’m going to post a choice for you. You take it away and go! Either in the comments section or on your own blog. But if you run away to your own blog, please drop me a comment so I can come see. ::grins:: I love to read a good rant.
I also have a button up there you can ‘steal’. Steal meaning take away to your own server. Don’t direct link. I’m afraid I don’t have the bandwidth for that one. (; So – are you ready to vent? I know you are. ::grins::
This week’s rants:
1. No-Responsibility-Taking-People
or
2. Writer’s Choice!
You are free to rant about both or just one. Some of these rants may come back around, so don’t feel you need to do both of them so you can get it in. ::grins::
Okay! Go! If you are interested in my Meltdown for the week, it’s after the bump.
Let’s hope I don’t regret putting this under protection. As far as I know, none of my students have come across this site – yet. Let’s keep thinking that. I hate censoring myself. >____<
(Though, thanks to Wench and Rachel for giving me the ability to censor myself – if needed…)
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Alright, so . . .
I’m at work. And it’s Test Day. Yes, with the capital T. Non-retakeable (don’t get me started on that…), no extra time (unless your mommy whines a lot to the school system), no taking it another day (unless your mom whines to the administration that I’m unfair…). Did you follow all that? (;
This student of mine was absent on Wednesday of last week. Yes, we did new material that day, but she was present in class on both Thursday and Friday of last week. What’d we do on Thursday and Friday? Review. No, really. Nothing but review for this stinking test which I gave today.
She comes up to me, about 5 minutes before the test is scheduled to begin. (In her defense, I was in the department office for about ten minutes before that, however, I was in my classroom for about an HOUR before that, so – really – no excuse.) She says she didn’t understand the stuff she’d missed and could she postpone the test to another day. See, she was going to come in for help, but she had to take the previous test she’d missed because she was out sick.
Hello? Before school Thursday, lunch Thursday, after school Thursday. Before school Friday and after school Friday (since she took the test during lunch on Friday). Did I see her any of those times? No. School policy is you get *one* day to make up any missed work if you are absent just *one* day. Makes sense, right? Of course it does.
She writes me a note at the top of her test paper saying she didn’t feel she had enough time to make-up the work she’d missed.
Not enough time to make-up the one day of work.
Not enough time.
Um. Hello? (Oh, Dane Cook moment. Diz, you get me…)
TWO DAYS and the weekend. She has my IM address. (Well, the one I give to the students.) I saw her online. She could have asked. She didn’t.
Wake up, children. The time has come for you to take responsibility for yourselves. Despite the fabulous reassessment policy, the world is not going to be handed to you on a silver platter. When you leave this little bubble called High School, you will either be in college or in real life. Neither of which allow you extra time on assignments/projects, or gives a damn if you were sick for five hours the night before your big test/presentation. I am *TRYING* to teach you how to care for yourself in the big bad world as well as teach you math. Your parents will not be able to bail you out of a bad grade in college or a bad review at work.
GET A CLUE and GET REAL.
There. I feel better. How about you?
Unfortunately, they will not improve. By now they’ve learned that mommy and daddy will swoop in to save them any time they get stuck. They’ve also learned how to inflate problems in order to blame others (this one scares me). We are a nation that refuses any notion of personal responsibility.
I predict that in about 10 years, we’ll have such a poorly-communicating workforce that people like you and me will triple in economic value overnight.
To contine the “Um, hello?” moment…
Check out this muthaf*er… check out this muthaf*er! š
@ WM – Oooo. I’ll be paid a six figure salary (I almost put sex figure salary… XD) because I can add?! NICE! (;
@ Diz – Shouldn’t that second one be something like ….
“Check out this muthaF*ER!” ? (;