We’re not learning, we’re being trained.
For real though, we are. All school is is teaching you how to behave in a socially acceptable manner. I learned all about it in a teaching class.
That last comment is such a mind-numbing paradox that i have no idea what to do.
Interesting.
Just that crappy moment when…
So, I just broke down infront of my class like a big wuss. It was a bad breakdown too.. shaking and crying and all. Why do I let my emotions show so much? Why do I wear my heart on my sleeve?
It started with me handing back the tests. One of the girls did not too well. I didn’t realize she was upset until her friend said she needed help. As I went up to her, she got mad and shut her book and said “I quit” and left the room. So I didn’t know what I could have done to resolve the issue. I let her leave, did not go and talk to her.
So I continued on working with kids on the board. Did not realize another kid asked for help apparently 20 mins ago. She went in a huff and closed her book. That’s when I lost it.. I felt like a complete jerk for not helping them. I had no idea on what I did was wrong. I felt like I was being blamed for something that was out of the blue. I broke down, and hid behind my desk.. it was a low point for me, as a teacher.. and person.. I needed to be stronger and not let it affect me.. but it did.. I felt weak.. that I cried.. I felt like a blubbering loser..
It was not a proud moment of mine.





