Psycho guy was wo rking in the big building with lots of books and lots of teenagers making lots of noise today. I hate it when pyscho guy comes to work. It's an awful feeling.
We have to teach these boring-ass classes about how to do research in our big building and it is NOT exciting! It IS necessary, but believe me when I say that it is NOT exciting. Learning to do things like find books with a friggin' Dewey Decimal Number and how to take notes is kind of like having to memorize your multiplication tables when you were in the fourth grade. It isn't exactly the glamorous life, but think about how much of a pain in the ass it would be to have to get out a freaking calculator every time you need to know 5X4. That's exactly what learning to research is to a twelve-year-old. Teaching something that, in actuality is pretty boring to you (so you know is pretty damned deadly to your students) is made just THAT MUCH WORSE, when you have to teach in what amounts to a friggin' hallway.
Our big building is between the building with the teachers' offices and the classroom building so people young and old are traipsing back and forth through the place all day long. Stack a major project for the Frosh being due tomorrow and you have all of the elements to bring about an appearance by psycho guy!
I was trying to teach a class of 7th graders when I had to ask a group of young men and women to quiet down. They were doing their checking and chatting 6 friggin' feet away from where I was teaching!!! I mean, WTF??? Are you really such asshats that you can't see or hear me teaching a class that you stand there and talk at full volume in front of the big yellow sigh that says "This area for silent study when class is being taught."? I ask again, WTF???
I'm sorry, but at that point in the day I was in NO MOOD for all of the rolling of the eyes, the sighing, and the 'TUDE so pyscho guy cleared the room with his pleasant and lovely personality. Yes, I know … "We're here for the kids … BLAH, BLAH, BLAH … The children are our future … BLAH, BLAH, BLAH … They're such good kids … BLAH, BLAH, BLAH …" I agree and on most days I feel the same way, but every once in a while I think that a lot of behavior that is "Kids being kids …" could be corrected in about 10 seconds if they ever let us pilot the use of electric cattle prods to try some good old fashioned Skinnerian behavior modification.
Sigh … Anyway, tomorrow is another day.
Let's hope it doesn't suck!!!