Friday, October 26, 2012

I'm telling!

A funny story from this afternoon:

There's a boy in my 7th period Integrated Algebra 1 class (I'm going to call him Bob) who's pretty bright and is probably only in the class because of his behavior (hate that). I think he gets bored, which definitely doesn't help with his distractability in class. Today Bob asked to sit in a different spot with some other kids and I told him yes, as long as he was quiet and did what he was supposed to do. It wasn't 10 minutes later that I had to tell him to move back to his regular seat.

Apparently Bob wasn't very happy with this and kept making rude comments, so I suggested he go sit in the hall to calm down. And so he did.

After finishing he lesson with the rest of the class, I went and sat down with Bob in the hall. We had a little chat about how he needed to realize that while he was able to not pay as much attention all of the time, there were several students in class who didn't have that luxury. Then Bob started telling me that today was "the last day" he would be sitting at his assigned desk. Bob just couldn't deal with sitting with the boy he was close to; he was annoying and took up too much space. I told Bob that he might not have a choice about that as we have a limited number of options in our seating arrangement. I haven't seen any problems between Bob and his tablemate and really don't see the need to move them. (And it's two boys with the space of 4 desks. Space isn't an issue.)

Again, Bob wasn't happy. He then told me that he was going to go tell our principal to tell me not to sit him by the other boy. Can't you just imagine this freshman boy storming into the office telling the principal that I'm wronging him by sitting him with someone he doesn't want to sit with?! I told Bob he was more than welcome to chat with our principal about that, so he stomped down the hall.

Unfortunately for Bob, the final bell rang about five minutes later and he'd left his backpack in my room. He came back in while I was chatting with another teacher, threw his INB in the storage area (I made him come back and put it away neatly) and took off down the hall.

I can't wait to find out if he was able to tell the principal on me.

On my way out of he building this afternoon, I ran into an Instructional Specialist who has Bob and his tablemate at the same time in a learning lab. It turns out that she's not able to keep them from talking while they're together and they seem like pretty good buds. That was the icing on the cake for me!

Kids.

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