I cannot teach geography to shave my wife
Consonant reader,
This week has been *gasp* non- stop. Much like any other week really.
The kids are all *gasp, phew* all hyped up after xmas, the weather does them no good at all because when its windy and cold it only gets them all wound up and they end up *intake of breath* causing utter mayhem in class.
Today I had to do cover lessons. I've not really done them before, infact, I'd go as far as to say I have never done them before.
Today I was put in charge ofcovering a Year 9 group after lunch, then a Year 11 group before hometime.
Now, usually, because I teach ICT, I am comfortable with fairly small class sizes, 25- 27 is the most I've had. I have taught much larger groups in other schools but at the one I'm at, I'm used to pretty intimate amounts of kids.
This geography group had at least half of Year 9 in it.
And I couldn't get them to log on (because there were no PCs)
I couldn't warn them that if they continued to talk I'd take them off the computers (Because there were no PCs)
And I had no idea what I was trying to teach them. Something about rainforests, sustainability and ice cream. It ended up with me shouting my pretty little face off to a crowd, nay a sea of noisy faces jabbering back at me.
A lot of mess was made after they had left, which paved the way for the year 11's. And they were meant to be getting on with coursework.
However, the coursework wasn't there. There was no coursework, indeed, no cover work set for them of any kind. Not even a crossword based on scree slopes or contintental drift. Sod all.
I tried to copy some random work for them, but the geography departments photocopier decided to die on me. This would NOT happen in the ICT department I said to myself whilst the year 11's carried on talking.
I ended up reading an old magazine to myself towards the end of the lesson, as they had nothing to do, and I couldn't think of what I was trying to do or how I would instigate any kind of work for them to be getting on with, with only 10 minutes before the end bell.
They left the geography block.
I realised I then had computer club after school for an hour. I rushed back to the ICT block, right the way over the other side of the school and hugged the nearest flat screen monitor.
"God I've missed you." I whispered to it, and if there were no pupils around I may well have shed a tear.
B x.
This week has been *gasp* non- stop. Much like any other week really.
The kids are all *gasp, phew* all hyped up after xmas, the weather does them no good at all because when its windy and cold it only gets them all wound up and they end up *intake of breath* causing utter mayhem in class.
Today I had to do cover lessons. I've not really done them before, infact, I'd go as far as to say I have never done them before.
Today I was put in charge ofcovering a Year 9 group after lunch, then a Year 11 group before hometime.
Now, usually, because I teach ICT, I am comfortable with fairly small class sizes, 25- 27 is the most I've had. I have taught much larger groups in other schools but at the one I'm at, I'm used to pretty intimate amounts of kids.
This geography group had at least half of Year 9 in it.
And I couldn't get them to log on (because there were no PCs)
I couldn't warn them that if they continued to talk I'd take them off the computers (Because there were no PCs)
And I had no idea what I was trying to teach them. Something about rainforests, sustainability and ice cream. It ended up with me shouting my pretty little face off to a crowd, nay a sea of noisy faces jabbering back at me.
A lot of mess was made after they had left, which paved the way for the year 11's. And they were meant to be getting on with coursework.
However, the coursework wasn't there. There was no coursework, indeed, no cover work set for them of any kind. Not even a crossword based on scree slopes or contintental drift. Sod all.
I tried to copy some random work for them, but the geography departments photocopier decided to die on me. This would NOT happen in the ICT department I said to myself whilst the year 11's carried on talking.
I ended up reading an old magazine to myself towards the end of the lesson, as they had nothing to do, and I couldn't think of what I was trying to do or how I would instigate any kind of work for them to be getting on with, with only 10 minutes before the end bell.
They left the geography block.
I realised I then had computer club after school for an hour. I rushed back to the ICT block, right the way over the other side of the school and hugged the nearest flat screen monitor.
"God I've missed you." I whispered to it, and if there were no pupils around I may well have shed a tear.
B x.