Homework, oh Homework I hate you, you stink

6 Feb

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.

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14 Responses to “Homework, oh Homework I hate you, you stink”

  1. Amanda February 6, 2008 at 6:13 p02 #

    I love Shell Silverstein! He was one of my favorite authors growing up too. I’m sorry work is not fun right now. I could never be a teacher, I admire you so much. I just don’t have the patience for it. Miss you guys!

  2. cbugal09 February 6, 2008 at 6:13 p02 #

    we will pray for you! check out our blog! We started a blog today! : )

  3. David February 6, 2008 at 6:13 p02 #

    I know EXACTLY what you’re going through. I talked with your husband about you guys coming over for brunch. It looks like your calendar is pretty full for the month. Find a Saturday in March and I’ll cook for you. A good, Saturday (I need to vent to another teacher) brunch.

  4. itsamazinggrace February 9, 2008 at 6:13 p02 #

    Hi Becca!
    I found your blog…cool!

  5. Joanna February 10, 2008 at 6:13 p02 #

    Huh. I thought it was just 3rd graders who acted that way. I thought maybe if I moved up to middle school I would not have the problem of kids not taking responsibility for themselves. I guess it’s all grades everywhere. Must rethink my strategy.

  6. cbugal09 February 12, 2008 at 6:13 p02 #

    BECCA. have a blessed week! i will see you sunday! ❤ megs

  7. itsamazinggrace February 13, 2008 at 6:13 p02 #

    Hi Becca,
    I enjoyed taling to you Sunday night. It was nice to learn somethings about you. When you first came to Sandal’s Church years ago I told myself, “I’d like to be her friend…I sense I have somethings in common with her”.

  8. cbugal09 February 16, 2008 at 6:13 p02 #

    becca- guess what?? he is coming home in 2 weeks! amazing huh!!! have a wonderful weekend!

  9. Hilary February 16, 2008 at 6:13 p02 #

    “Frustration is excellent fuel for change.” Howard Glasser
    All teachers get to this point. It’s what you do from this point that determines how the rest of your career will be. I got to this point 2 years ago. I had the toughest class of my teaching career. One particular student was completely out of control. He cursed at adults, shouted profanities in class, and threatened students and staff on a regular basis. All this, and only in first grade!! About 2 months into the school year I had reached my breaking point. I had come home daily, only to complain and vent about my day. It was changing the kind of wife and mother I was. I was questioning whether or not I was in the right profession. One evening, the night before I was to have a conference with the problematic student’s parents, I had an epiphany. Something needed to change. However, I couldn’t change the parents, the students, or the system. The only variable I had control over was me. I had to change me and my approach to the situation. I went and pulled a book off my shelf. It was one my mom (a marriage, family, child therapist) had given me several years ago. Of course when she gave it to me, “I didn’t need it,” so it had been colecting dust. It was like God told me it was time. I got about 2 chapters into it that night and was hooked. I went into the parent conference the next day with hope and a plan. I completely changed my approach with my students (particularly the troublesome one) and saw immediate results. The changes were simple and easy to make, but the pay-offs were huge. It was miraculous. By the end of the school year, people were remarking at what a nice boy the student had turned out to be. I am happy to say that this student is still at my school. He has since been diagnosed Autistic. I am so glad I didn’t know his diagnosis that year, otherwise I would have believed that he never could have changed (and he truly is a big, sweet teddy bear). Since then, I have used this approach with my classes and seen it’s effectiveness. However, I don’t think the book was the cure-all. I may end up with a group of students who don’t respond to it. At that point I will need to find something new. What I believe was the cure was my willingness to change. You may find that the change you need to make is a change of careers, or you may find that you need to make changes to your teaching style. Either way, you are in a beautiful place right now, even though it’s hard to see. God is growing you. Sorry for rambling, I’m just very passionate about this subject. I’ll keep you in my prayers.
    Take Care,
    Hilary
    P.S. The book is called, “Transforming the Difficult Child” by Howard Glasser. I highly recommend it.

  10. Hilary February 16, 2008 at 6:13 p02 #

    Oh Boy!! That really was long. I’m sorry!!
    Hilary

  11. Nathan Brown March 11, 2008 at 6:13 p03 #

    Hang in there, Summer is coming!

  12. Arlessa C May 2, 2008 at 6:13 p05 #

    I love this poem as well. It is my all time favorite due to my deep hate of homework. However it was written by Jack Prelutsky. I am a huge fan of Shel Silverstein as well. I am introducing my 4 year old to both of them.

  13. Danny December 16, 2008 at 6:13 p12 #

    yeah i think it was written by Jack but they both have mostly the same style of writing….whoever it is a great poem!

  14. Carol Johnston October 19, 2009 at 6:13 p10 #

    This is not a Shel Silverstein poem. It was written by Jack Prelutsky. It’s from “New Kid on the Block,” c. 1984. page 54.

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