I’m Just a High School Teacher

After I spent more hours than I want to admit this weekend making a voicethread to explicate “Monsters, Inc.” a student this morning said to me, loudly, in front of the class, “Why do you spend so much time on things like this when you’re just a high school teacher?”

Honestly, my response, precisely, was this: “Why are you so rude?”

Harsh, maybe. I don’t know. But I think young people should be alerted to the fact of their own asshole-ness. Really. Who says that to someone? Particularly when they themselves are the ones allegedly benefiting from those hours of work. Maybe there was no real benefit to it, but it wasn’t from lack of effort on my part.

This same student wrote a few weeks ago, in response to a question about what respect is, that (I’m paraphrasing) what students have to say is as important as what teachers have to say since many of the students are 17 or 18 and will make more money than teachers.

Nice. I’m glad to know that he measures whether or not I’m worthy of respect based on the amount of $ in my paycheck. Where did he learn this? I’m guessing from his parents. I’m further, in a prejudiced way, assuming that it primarily comes from his father. Why is this? Do I view boys as particularly influenced by their fathers? Or do I view this mercenary attitude to arise from “manhood?” Or something else?

What I realized from writing this post is this: Another student *did* respond to him, again out loud, “Hey, at least it’s not the same boring stuff.” Or something similar. But I barely heard it. And I actually ABANDONED the voicethread thing in the other two classes because, in part, of his comment. Why did I hear ONLY the negative comment? That’s something telling about me.

But, I also abandoned it because a lot of the students seemed bored. Too long? Too poorly introduced? My voice is so soothing people like to go to sleep? I over-analyze movies? (Although, really, one has to wonder who they *would* pick to teach film criticism but the one who seems to “over-analyze”? The one who notices little or nothing? I dunno.)

I didn’t need this today.

About the Author

I'm Taylor. This is my classroom. There used to be a "real" teacher behind this blog, but she nagged me all the time about not saying this and not saying that. ~all she ever did was type anyway, since my fingers are stuck together~ So I've taken over. Yes, I'm an imitation Barbie knock-off doll. What of it? Barbie's got nothing on me! Let me take you to school.