Notes of Love. Sorta.

Amid teaching a Free Conversation class(read: no agenda, itinerary, text book, or lesson plan),  I look up and see these two signs.

I want to go home.  Please finhish a class.

I must go PC Room

I find these completely inappropriate to have come from 8th graders.  The notes in themselves are expected and actually somewhat funny. But the grammar is not ok. They should know better. I told them had their grammar been correct, I might have actually let them go early.  It’s not true, but they don’t know that.

And contrary to most people, I can’t wait to have all my middle school classes back next week.  The last four weeks have only affirmed that I am not an elementary teacher.  At least I’ll be traveling during December which is our next middle school testing period. Elementary classes stress me out.