Today my class of 4 was rotten. They were the best, until last week when the one on medication went on a new one, he started cursing out others, I sent them all out to get a drink and they didn't come back, etc.
Since then they've been rotten and I can't manage/control/consequence them, since I don't have the same power because I don't hold it because they are only 4.
My mistake.
Today the director told me to give them a pop quiz so they feel responsible, like, this is a real class and you have to learn and if you don't, it will be bad just like every other class.
I will do it tomorrow, and in fact an assessment is always good so I will give it to the other classes as well (to some, open book) but I feel like that mean monster teacher I always swore I wouldn't be.
Growing into Miss Viola Swamp feels awful at times, too powerful at times, and scarily fits right now. Being assertive means being "mean". which I am becoming with less growing pains than I ever thought possible, and I will try to convince my class that I love them, just tough love.
Funny things that the eighth week of school do to you...
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