Why Gansta Thug Boy has started saying "Shut Up" after everything I say is beyond me. He thinks it's funny; I do not. He doesn't say it in a nasty or mean way. But he does say it LOUDLY, which is really getting under my skin. Oh yes, we have had a talk about it. A few, actually. He just breaks out laughing in the middle of the conversation, somewhere around me stating, "You know, I know that you think it's funny, but I'm finding it offensive." And this crack him up, causing him to fall on the floor in a fit of laughter.
Little Guy has likewise started a rather disturbing practice of getting up from his seat, walking to the trash can, and then placing a pencil on his groin and pretending to urinate (with full facial expressions, I might add). At this, I simply yell and threaten to call his mother.
And of all the crappy things I've had to watch since I started this year, the "most crappiest" is having to administer all these practice tests to my students and witness them struggle for 45 minutes to read a single one page passage. Really, it's painful. And I can see the look of frustration come across their faces after working for 2 periods and only answering 8 out of 25 questions.
AND THEN THE BOMB DROPPED
In my mailbox this morning, I received a letter informing me that Student From Hell will be finishing off his suspension and shall be returning to my class 1/3. Oh, man. This kid could piss off the Pope in two seconds. The chances of me making it to June are looking slimmer and slimmer.