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Home : 2001 : Dec : 14
Since we can be anonymous here, I will be honest. Last year I had a horrible class. I was forewarned that they would be awful, but I tried my best to give the kids a chance to be different and not act as they had in years past. While they were on their honeymoon at the beginning of the year, they weren't all that bad. But as the year progressed, they really showed their true colors. They couldn't walk down the hallway without pushing at each other. They couldn't get in line properly. They would leave my classroom slamming the door as forcefully as they could. They would backtalk at me terribly. They treated me and each other hatefully. It was an awful year that I basically just survived. I knew I was stressed out, but I didn't break down until the last day, after I left school for the year. Once I got home I think it finally hit me that the ordeal was over. I began to shake all over. I broke down into a crying jag like I had never experienced before. (I was never a cryer.) I felt awful. I told my husband to take me to town, because I felt that I needed to see a doctor. He took me out to dinner, then I began to feel better. I didn't go to the doctor. I'll never forget that year in my life!
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