Sometimes I wonder why I didn’t choose a 9-5 job that pays a decent amount. Then I look at this magnificent-ness in my classroom. That’s 122 goals on the board.
“I want to be the first person in my family to graduate college.”
“I want to be a child comedian and have lunch with Oprah and Monique.”
“I want to find cures for diseases.”
“1.graduate 2.NFL 3.Be a good dad.”
“I want a degree in sociology so I can help kids.”
alright, well played kids.
in California I could buy alcohol in my neighborhood grocery store at 2 am. Why are you denying me such basic rights?
I saw my classroom for the first time today. oh, lord. I’m across from the weight room on the second floor of the gym building. It’s a decent size actually, with ample wall space and two whiteboards. and major plus— a 2x3 window (seriously why that size?) so I have some natural light.
Negatives: nothing about the room indicates that it’s a science classroom. The floors are carpeted, the desks are elementary school style. I have a bookshelf and a file cabinet— that is, no counter space or table-like area in the front for demos.
Supplies? none. seriously none. I don’t understand how the school, which has been around 5+ years, hasn’t built up some kind of stock of science supplies. That’s okay though, I have a total budget of $100… for my 6 classes of 6th, 7th, 8th grade science.
Basically, I’m going to spend the next few days making a shit ton of posters myself and figuring out how to make this budget work, instead of getting a jump start on lesson planning. My handwriting needs work, but I’m a little too proud of my eagle to care.
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 -Banksy (via transgenderexpress) |
