What is it with these kids? I just don’t get it. I explain and explain, and they sit around and whisper to each other, and don’t listen to a word I say. They don’t want to be bored, but they don’t want to do anything that I ask them to do. In the old days, when I was growing up, I would have been severely punished for treating a teacher that way. I still remember when I was a child and I revered my teachers. I thought every last one of them hung the moon. I can’t say I didn’t also love the class joker, the kid that always tried to push the teachers’ buttons, who drove her and everyone else in the class crazy. I loved that Ted, kid, I thought he was brave, and courageous, and naughty and adorable. But I gotta say, it was always really fun to watch him get in trouble, he was kinda cute..but there he was at our 35th reunion, and he barely said anything at all! I wanted to say, what happened to the crazy, funny, brave dude I used to know?
Anyway, I digress. I never got in trouble, but my mother still wasn’t all that thrilled with me, I felt. She always got mad at me, no matter what I did. Do you think it was because I was a terrible test taker? All my siblings were really smart, and really good at test taking and got really high scores, and she thought they were brilliant. I was just basically a dummy, with a talent, a good voice, but she didn’t even like that, except at parties, when she made me sing for her guests. It wasn’t until I was in my thirties with kids of my own that she shared with me what my test scores were when I applied to prep school. But again, how does this have anything to do with how students treat teachers now? It must be me. I have a deep-seded contempt for how I was badly treated as a child, and so when students are not respectful to me, I take it as personally as if I were twelve again myself. I guess I better just work on that, hadn’t I?
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