The first week of school is over and done with. Pre-tests are scored (mostly), seating charts are made (and griped about), lab safety has been taught (I hope!). The first week is always rough. It’s full of learning 150 new names, figuring out 150 new personalities, and letting 150 new kids know that you’re the boss (don’t mess with me or I’ll hold you after class!). It’s teaching rules and procedures and routines that these kids are going to have to follow (and you’re going to have to enforce) for the rest of the semester.
I’m not a huge fan of the beginning of the year. It’s the most difficult time of the year for me because these don’t really know me. Sure, maybe their brother or sister or cousin or bff had me last year, but each group of kids is different and needs to be interacted with in a different way. I can’t joke with them like I want to yet. They don’t get my humor yet. They don’t know that I hate it when they talk when I’m talking and that I will rip heads off for it. So I have to rip a few heads off the first few days of class. (Side note, I have to do it again after the first few weeks of class because these crafty kids just keep testing you!)
I’m also really bad at names. I have to practice in my spare time because I’m horrible at pronouncing people’s names. And some of these kids have names that are really difficult for me to pronounce! I am fully against letting women who have been pumped full of drugs name their children. “I shall call her Ashley. Only I’m going to spell it Aetilie. That won’t completely piss off my kid when they get into school.” (Not a real name, but I’ve seen stuff like it).
But now it’s the weekend again. I have sleep in, hang out, and lesson plan so that I can get back to kiddos and rules and lectures and activities and labs on Monday.