I started off the morning by slitting my throat. I wish I would have taken a picture. It was so gross. Lesson I learned? Using nose and scar wax on a moving body part is not the best plan. It started pulling away from my neck before lunch, so I had to take it off. Shame.
First period was definitely a test from a classroom management standpoint. I had extra kids again, but no extra teacher on hand. I told the kids that if they were going to be there, they had to follow two rules:
1. Don't break anything.
2. Keep the back door locked. If it opened, the first time it opened, everyone not in my class would have to leave and go back to their regular class. (It becomes impossible to keep track of students who come in and leave when that door is open).
Turned out a nearby room was being used to test and could hear everything that was going on. First I got a phone call and then someone actually walked over to my room. They were struggling to keep their talking at a reasonable volume. Of course they won't talk that loud when in front of people, only when talking to someone right in front of them. Amazing! So with about 30 minutes left, I saw the door open, and promptly kicked them all out. I called to the office to warn them there would be a bunch of kids in the halls heading back to class. They were bummed, and even the good ones had to go. The result? When the second class came, and the students asked to come, I told them the two rules, then added a third about volume since testing was still happening. First they freaked out when anyone new went toward the door. Since the earlier students had seen me follow through, and didn't want to go back, they were quick to keep in line on that one. Then the volume went up again. I walked across the room, turned all the lights on to get their attention, and let them know the volume was getting too high. Then as soon as the lights were dimmed the volume went right back to where it was. Immediately turned them back on and pointed out what had happened. Dimmed them again and got back to work making wounds for students. After about 20 minutes, the volume started heading up. Without saying a word I moved towards the switch and they all shushed each other. It was hilarious.
Most entertaining conversation of the day happened right after that:
Student: Yeah, no one listened to the art teacher last year.
Me: Wait, so some students are actually doing what I ask?
Student: Yep.
I told them if they want to come back tomorrow, they need to donate $1 for a bruise, or $2 to get a laceration as a fundraiser to cover the cost of supplies. Then my students can earn points for each bruise and laceration they do. No mula, no visit. Muahahahaha.
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