This is the time of year that many teachers begin to wonder whether or not they chose the correct profession.
For some reason this semester especially we've had an abundance of undisciplined students. I believe my success as well as my retention percentages in some of my classes will be lower than they have ever been. I'm not a hard grader; I promise. It's just that the students are not turning in anything to grade...they're not coming to class either...and they have an abundance of excuses to justify their irresponsibility. 0's don't average very well.
I used to think it was my responsibility to reach all my students...if I didn't reach even one, somehow I had failed. I've changed my mind this semester. At some point students have to learn to do their part...at least meet me half way (get to class and attempt their assignments) so that I have a place to reach.
I'm not giving up; I'm just switching my gears...no more bending over backwards and begging students to do their work...no more 16 chances to turn work in and improve grades...
I'm going to start applying some tough love and see if I can get their attention.
After the events of this past week, I feel like telling them all the story of Peter and the Wolf.
If you run around whining all the time about how hard you have it, about how the world ought to bend to your needs, about how unfair life is...
you may just find out exactly how unfair life is.
Time to put the big boy and big girl britches on.