From the talk with my substitute teacher, I am to expect at least one difficult class tomorrow. Last time I had a difficult class, no-- a class from hell, was about two years ago when I came back from a maternity leave with my second kid. The students I had were not just bad as in the movies Stand and Deliver or Freedom Writers, or Dangerous Minds, they were rotten. They made me cry on the first day back and I am not an emotional person. I could not wait until the year was over.
Perhaps the most memorable moment that I remember was when one day, I was handing back papers and saw a method of birth control, chocolate flavored casually laying on the table. Now, what is a teacher to do in this type of situation? The bummer was that the student that had it out was actually the best student and the most respectful student in that class. He was the kind of student that you usually did not mind bending the rule for. I somehow was able to compose myself and made sure the situation did not escalate into a big deal.
I will keep you updated on how this group will greet me and whether or not I had to give them this Michele Pfeifer speech.
Seriously, the money is aint that good.
Wish me luck.