Didn't finish a work sheet last night. Instead gave into procrastination and Minority Report (with its semi-lame Coda at the end, which is a bit of a cop out but still feels nice somehow).
Woke very early (well, for me that means 7:30) and got to Okino by 8:20. Worked away and made a quick election sheet and voting sheet. Ad-libbed the rest.
As is par for the course (a very retarded course), ninensei were lame. Unfocused, mad ruckus, maddening wall of either silence or chitter chatter. We got through to the point where groups should demonstrate.
However because they are bastards, none of them paid attention during all the times I explained to them what they were supposed to do. Indeed, here goes the procedure that is Rinse & Repeat in its tedium every week.
- Do example with "sensei"
- Students watch it awe.
- Practice with them. Some studnets chit chat and ignore.
- They drone in repetition. Some students look deliberately retarded as if it should get them off doing any work.
- Work through it in stages
- Finally do final example from myself
- Ask student groups up.
- f@il
- JoeyD dies a little inside.
Oh wait, and of course at a much later stage in life, once my classes are over and they're working in combinis for the rest of their lives:
- Have retarded reproduction and introduce more retarded offspring to the world
What gets me is this; even if someone, speaking in Babylonian walked into the room, once a week, EVERY week (sometimes twice a week!) and starts talking and giving you sheets, and putting you in groups and then calling these groups to stand at the front... you'd think they'd have one fucking rbain cell between them to realise this is a) a pattern and b) they shouldn't be so surprised/deer in headlights when they're called to, yep, you've guessed it, come to the front and put their fucking WORK into practice!
Then.. URGH! Then they come to me like starving begging children with their grubby hands outstretched and all the while whining "JoeyD... choco!? Omiyage?!"
Thank God I don't know martial arts. Limited as I am to much less efficient killing methods such as "club them to death with aforementioned small snack sized bar of Twix" I usually sigh as I simply couldn't be arsed to deliver this righteous retribution to them and instead just say "er... next time, try harder". I mean, why waste good calories on them?
What also gets me sometimes is how they seem to feed off each other. One little shit head begets another little shithead. Ah, I know, it's far worse were I in a UK school with 17 year olds. I'll calm down now...
Now, unlike the students, I've learnt to recognise patterns. And here it comes; Ichinensei rock!!
Now, I really really hope hormones don't destroy their genkiness next year. It'd be too much to lose them!
Election went brilliantly. Again nothing really changed, but - SHOCK! - they do their work like they're told. We got through to listening to each group. They were loud, proud and fun. Did secret ballot at the end. They have to come to the voting booth at the front and tell me who they wanted to win.
At the end I played the "Hail to the Chief" song and announced that Kyomizu was the President of Ichinensei. Hurrahs!
Most LOL-icious for everyone.
There are a lot of students in Ninensei who I really like, nay LOVE, I hasten to add. It's just the actions of some strategic students (we're talking 6 out of a class of 24) that bring about the downfall of any activity... bar the shitty ones like cutting card and making fucking simple ass Valentine's Cards... which the weird ones made with NO FUCKING HEARTS ON THEM! What the fuck is wrong with these teenagers I wonder... too much nitrate fertiliser for breakfast?
Okay okay, no need to pester me any longer. I'm getting a move on and catching that train to Hell. Catch ya later when you board the train right after me... lol
1 comments:
Double thumbs up to this post!
There's no doubt most of them will get decent jobs though. If they do third year they will most likely get a job, or go to technical college or university!!
I hope they get better in third year. Many students tend to buckle down and study when they have to. Second year is the fuck around year I think.
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