Revisions in...well, everything.
Jun 7, 2011 11:42:08 GMT -5
Post by Caden Cameron on Jun 7, 2011 11:42:08 GMT -5
Tap, tap, tap.
This whole student teacher thing wasn't really all it was cracked up to be. Her students weren't really the shining lights that she rememberer herself being. Why were they giving so much attitude? Why did they not even bother to come to her class? After all, she had let them choose which language to take, and had given them free reign on a lot of stuff. All they did was huff and puff about a syllabus. If they couldn't deal with it here and now, god knows they wouldn't be able to deal with it in college, if those brats were planning on even going to college that is..
Needless to say, Caden wasn't in the best of moods when it came to teaching here. All of this was a 'challenge' at first, but now she just really hated coming here. Why did they have to act so disrespectful to her? Yeah, she was only a few years older than the kids that were sitting behind the desks, but that's where they should start learning about responsibilities and duties not only to the teachers that are trying to help them but for themselves as well. A pulsating vein in her forehead was pumping, and even as she pushed on the affected area, the pain didn't cease. If all this stress was going to happen all the time, then maybe she should consider a different major. Yeah, it was indeed her last semester in college, for this internship, but was it all really what she wanted to do? Instead of teaching, there were other options for where her skills lied. She could go into translation, and end up working with the CIA cracking foreign criminals. That would be much more exciting, certainly, and the only difficulty would be getting them to talk. They would probably be a little bratty too, but she'd still be able to work with them better than she could ever expect it to work out with these kids.
Goodness, all of this was giving her a headache, and a bad one at that. Perhaps she needed to sleep on it. After all, that was a big decision. Would it be better at a different school? Should she attempt to transfer? No, that might look worse than changing her major, as if she wasn't strong enough to handle the brute of fifteen or so kids' attitudes. Letting off a grunt of frustration and indecision, Caden grabbed her board, her bag, and marched out the door and out toward the street. A good cup of tea would do her well, and after that, a nice long nap to think things through before having to return later and try to work with the kiddies.
This whole student teacher thing wasn't really all it was cracked up to be. Her students weren't really the shining lights that she rememberer herself being. Why were they giving so much attitude? Why did they not even bother to come to her class? After all, she had let them choose which language to take, and had given them free reign on a lot of stuff. All they did was huff and puff about a syllabus. If they couldn't deal with it here and now, god knows they wouldn't be able to deal with it in college, if those brats were planning on even going to college that is..
Needless to say, Caden wasn't in the best of moods when it came to teaching here. All of this was a 'challenge' at first, but now she just really hated coming here. Why did they have to act so disrespectful to her? Yeah, she was only a few years older than the kids that were sitting behind the desks, but that's where they should start learning about responsibilities and duties not only to the teachers that are trying to help them but for themselves as well. A pulsating vein in her forehead was pumping, and even as she pushed on the affected area, the pain didn't cease. If all this stress was going to happen all the time, then maybe she should consider a different major. Yeah, it was indeed her last semester in college, for this internship, but was it all really what she wanted to do? Instead of teaching, there were other options for where her skills lied. She could go into translation, and end up working with the CIA cracking foreign criminals. That would be much more exciting, certainly, and the only difficulty would be getting them to talk. They would probably be a little bratty too, but she'd still be able to work with them better than she could ever expect it to work out with these kids.
Goodness, all of this was giving her a headache, and a bad one at that. Perhaps she needed to sleep on it. After all, that was a big decision. Would it be better at a different school? Should she attempt to transfer? No, that might look worse than changing her major, as if she wasn't strong enough to handle the brute of fifteen or so kids' attitudes. Letting off a grunt of frustration and indecision, Caden grabbed her board, her bag, and marched out the door and out toward the street. A good cup of tea would do her well, and after that, a nice long nap to think things through before having to return later and try to work with the kiddies.
