Homework, oh Homework I hate you, you stink

Just a short line from my favorite Shell Silverstine poem from my childhood.  Except right now I could insert the word “school” and just make it an overall “school stinks” poem.  I am really hating (maybe thats a strong word) my job right now.  I don’t know whats wrong with me.  I have felt overwhelmed by being a teacher before, but never have I been this discouraged.  I don’t know if there is something in the air, but my students are just not performing the way they used to.  I have realized even these past few days that I have been the “not nice” teacher.  And the more I have the play the mean teacher role, the more the students rebel, and then it turns into this viscious cycle. 

Heres my favorite:  Its 20 minutes into class.  I ask a kid why is just staring at the wall and not doing work.  “I don’t have a pencil.”  Its 8th grade, people.  Its not that hard!!!

Thanks for letting me vent.

Blogging during the Superbowl

Here’s my superbowl confession:  I’m not that excited about it.  Don’t get me wrong, I like sports.  If I was actually at the game, I’d be stoked.  But, I slept through the first hour, and to be completely honest, I am usually more interested in the commercials and the half time show than the actual game.

I just saw a good Pepsi commercial with Justin Timberlake being flown through the air as “every sip gets you closer to J.T.” A little cameo with Andy Samberg.  Funny.