Ugh. I hate the end of the school year. The kids are tired, sick of being at school, sick of being around each other, sick of me. I’m sick of being at school, sick of being around them, sick of it all. It’s just bad.
I think I’m one of the only teachers right now who isn’t showing movies to the kids. Seriously.
While some of them have been watching things actually tied to the curriculum—Forrest Gump, October Sky, Back to the Future (seriously), some kids have been watching Paul Blart, Mall Cop.
Seriously.
I thought of showing them a documentary about one of my favorite artists, Dale Chihuly, I am now rethinking that plan and will probably just let them play cards after they clean my room for their final.
(Yes. Seriously.)
(*Not that I’m counting…)
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