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| I haven't been here for a long time now. Does anyone still remember me?
Anyhow; life keeps moving on. So do I, but I have to confess that it feels like I'm running in circles most of the time.
This week it's fall break so I can actually breath a little. Otherwise there is a constant sorting of fights, grudges, stupid kids who throw furniture around when they get pressured. And so on and so on. Thank the lord almighty I'm getting back to my safe Uni after New Year.
On Wednesday we're having a Halloween party for kids. They like it 'cause they get candy, mums get a chance to have a chat without kids climbing all over and we don't have to pay for sweets. Can't get much better, can it?
Right now I'm gonna finish watching Bowling for Columbine, have a beer to celebrate the kid-free day at work and then I'm gonna pass out.
That Moore guy, he has some points.
Speaking of Bloom's chest in my icon...no, not really. But of the very pretty new janitor that showed up at work today. He was a sight for sore eyes. He was almost as bare chested as the good Bloom. We just have to wait and see if he can do any better tomorrow. ( I know, filthy) | comments: Leave a comment   |
| Hmm. the first storm of the autumn has hit us today. As every year,I have managed to forget how ugly it can get. Gray, rainy, windy, horrible. Time to huddle up on the couch and watch films all day long. Really don't want to go outside.
Had a talk with the headteacher yesterday. I won't get to keep the job next semester. They have found someone licensed for it. I feel a bit sad about it. Would have been fun to follow the kids for a full year. But on the other hand; I need to get my education done and get my license, that will land me a proper job and get me properly paid. That is the goal after all. Today I'm going to sulk for not keeping it, the weather is excellent for sulking, and on Monday I'll get my applications for spring semester done. I might even be able to sort a course by reading it on distance, which will move me from course A to B and save 20 weeks studies. Waht I will not sulk about is the paid X-mas hols I will have this year. I can spend the freetime flat out without feeling bad for it. Brilliant. So, nothing bad that doesn't have at least a little good in it. Or something.
I think it's time to grab the camera and get outside after all. There is a fog rolling in and that makes for great pictures. Let's conquer the storm! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| We had a gang war yesterday. A proper old-school Warriors fight. Some kids at my school got into a quarrel about a table tennis ball. They felt the need to call in friends and relatives from all over. The crews arrived yesterday afternoon and met up for a fight in our very small shopping centre. About 60 or 70 kids were involved. We, the school, rang the police to help sort it out. Today we've been having trauma meetings, crisis meetings, parents/children meetings...You name it.
Also, we ahd to talk to our tutor groups about the incident. I got the group where they really, honestly to God believes that if you have a shitty attitude and beat people up you will gain respect. They do not see the difference between respect and fear. It was like talking to a wall.
So here we go again: May *insert suitable evil deity* take all hormonal, thickheaded, racist, retarded sons and daughters of pigf***** whores! That is a whole bunch of my pupils.
I'm getting more and more convinced these days that I should quit and get a nice, non thinking, non involved job as a cleaning lady. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I think I'm getting the hang of it. Seriously. I have even managed to make the Horrible FYO to do something instead of only making noises. Management by fear is the way to go.
Friday was interesting. I spent half the last class in the hallway trying to sort a catfight. Two of the girls in the group had decide to kill each other. One of them had also mustered various brothers and cousins to help. REason? Well, one of them, A, had called the other one's, S, friend whore. Just like that. To add to the mess she tried to excuse herself with * I didn't call you whore, just your friend* Right! At this moment S tried to jump A, I got a hold of S, shoved A away, held off A's insane brother and actually managed to avoid having blood being shed. Go me!
A's brother is the manliest 15 year old you can ever imagine. I think he has put out a contract on me now since I told him off, very loudly ad very insulting, in front of all his friends. Go me again!
So, just for the record: may the *insert appropriate evil deity* take these stupid Paris Hilton wannabees, their brothers, cousins and their hair spray bottles.
I'm afraid I have to deal with the whole, horrid mess soemtime during this week. Can't have kids running about trying to kill each other, or me. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Right. You can tell that autumn is here and that school has begun. I am home with sick son. He was the first to fall over with the mother of all colds. I've got a dose of it myself but I can at least ease the suffering with lots and lots of pills. So today I'll be at home with son until noon and then I'm off for two classes and my very first pedagogic talk with a parent. I have a girl in the group I'm tutoring who is on her way downhill faster than a level 10 avalanche. Gonna see her and her mum today to at least try to sort the mess. I have this nagging feeling that I will fail miserably and get called an old hag but whatever happens I have tried to fix the situation.
The Horrible FYO: I talked to their tutor and we're working on an evil scheme to make them behave. With these boyos I think it's better to be known as the bitch who actually rings their parents than someone who can't be bothered. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Where is my shotgun? The horrible FYO managed to reach new heights today. I think I need to dust off the car and wait for at least a few of them in dark some night. They will never knowe what hit them. Mvahahahaaaa... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Much more better today. The thirteen year olds are so easy to scare. I did the Evil!Teacher thing today and made one of the groups sit down and wait four times before I let them go. Why? They stood up before I had given them permission. I do believe, which might sound crazy in these days of democratic dialogues, that it's better to establish who rules and who doesn't. Hence the tyrant behaviour. I will ease up on it in time when ranks are set.
The horrible fifteen year olds behaved today. Don't know what I did the last time but I have a serious fanclub in the group. I made the class write me a letter each about what they want in life, why they are at the special English and so on. During the writing lots and lots of hard words and pointing with the whole hand took place 'cause Idjit and his mates made a hell of a racket. The corrections and *sit your arse down!* seems to have impressed the ladies and one of them wrote on her letter to me *You are the best*. Which made me very happy. At least there are four out off thirty that do not hate me.
But I'm still dead. Road kill. Beheaded chicken. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I am totally dead. At 7.30 this morning I was sorting out the classroom. Putting out chairs and tables. 30 of them, all by me self. At 9 the kids arrived and we had the welcome wagon waiting. They seem to be nice enough, with one exception of course. She's short, fat and fake blond. Before the meeting she managed to call the headteacher horsecock and threaten at least three other girls with a beating. And she is of the impressing age of thirteen. Right. This will be interesting. If hse shows up that is. I seriously doubt that.
Turns out that the lady I'm sharing this class with is not of the helpful kind. She expects everyone else to sort everything but when she's asked for something she conveniently disappears. Out teamleader gave me a heads up on that. Shoudl have figured that one out myself when she dumped 21 kids on me and took 5 for herself. But on the other hand; I'm new and I don't want to make a fuss the first week. We have rearranged the kids now, I have 16 and she has 12.
I'm off to bed. This week has been tough to say the least. First being home for five months doing nada and then all of a sudden, work. Takes some time getting used to. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| We had the hand-over meeting today. Out off my 83 thirteen year olds there are 5 that don't reach the standards for year 5 English and about 20 who can't manage year 6 levels. They are in year 7 now. About 20 who do not reach the standards for year 6 Swedish. We are talking native Swedish kids, bred and grown here. Not that many crazies though. One that had a proper psychosis at the age of 11, still medicating. Another medicating for a concetration disorder. A few more with undiagnosed varietys of disorders. And tomorrow I'm gonna have a special meeting about one particular boy who seems to be totally crazy. He explodes and hits people, without reason or cause. JUst because he's angry. There are a couple of girls on their way downhill, fast and ugly.
Today I very bitterly realised that I have to redo all my meticoulous planning. The kids won't manage.
Daughter is a happy girl. She has finally gotten a Tokio Hotel CD. Son is trying to drown the noise with some well chosen Anthrax. Full blast. My ears will not survive this for long. And then what will I do with my ear-rings? | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I've been doing some serious lesson planning today. Annoyingly enough I still can't get my hands on a computer at work. Lucky I live so close by, I went home and used my own instead. I'm done until week 41 now. Question is what I'm gonna do after that. Most likely though is that I have over planned and the kids won't manage to follow my schedule. That is not always a bad thing. My evil plans will just last longer if that is the case.
I found out how many fifteen year olds there are in the English help group. 63. Right. I'll get half of them. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I have now managed two days at my new fancy job. Day one was intersting to say the least. We were transported by bus out in the middle of nowhere, given a map per work team and told that lunch was served at 11. The walk to the gathering place was 12 kilometers long and took two hours. Through the forrest. The rest of the day was spent trying to catch our breath and get aquainted. Was home by 10 pm. Guh!
Day two was better. The school is all of a three minute walk from my home. I got my desk, my shcedule and reallised that if I want a computer at work I have to buy it myself. I am thinking about getting myself a lap top but they are so expensive. Guess I have to manage without and do the stuff in handwriting. Guh!
I am still in a bit of a shock. When I applied for the job I really didn't expect to get it. The situation is a tad unusual. I mean, no hour-long car trips to Uni, no deperate hunting for cheap books, not to mention that I will get an actual payslip every month, loaded with real money. Lots more money, about twice as much as I would have gotten otherwise. Amazing. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | So...Yet another journal I don't know what to do with. I guess I'm here jsut to keep up, in case LJ gets in a twist or something. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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