I’m going to have to be much more careful about the stuff I write here.
Last Thursday I wrote about an annoying student, remarking that I was grateful she wasn’t in my class.
Guess where she is, as of tonight.
Stuff like this makes me wonder if it’s all coincidence (like the kangaroo thing this weekend), or if there are some funky cosmic forces at work in my personal universe.
When I went into this class tonight, she wasn’t in there. She’d been moved to this class after their re-assessment testing two weeks ago, but was in the other section for the conversation part of the class. I showed up tonight and two of the boys in my section wanted to change to the other one. No big deal. They’d had the other teacher before they got moved to this class, so I didn’t see a problem with it. I told them I’d have to go ask him if it was okay.
I go down the hall to his class and tell him what’s up. He agrees and offers to send one of his students down to my class to give us eight apiece. (I had the nine boys in the class and he had all 7 girls.) I said that wasn’t too hot an idea, since one girl and seven boys would be an uncomfortable mix, and countered with the idea of sending him five boys in exchange for three girls. He agreed and I went back to tell the two they could swap, and to decide who else was going to change.
The original two boys were happy they could move and I asked for volunteers for the other two slots. Two guys said they’d go and that was that. They packed up their stuff and headed out of the room. As they were going out, the three girls arrived and came in.
I don’t have to tell you who was among them.
I didn’t say anything, though, and let them come in and get situated. She was well-behaved (moreso than any of the boys) and didn’t bust out her catchphrase even once. I’m hoping that’s an indication of a change in her habits, and not a sign that she’s storing them up like credits or something, only to barrage me with them later. If she’s good, I’m cool with it.
If not, I’ve got the opportunity to wreck this chick’s soul twice a week for a long, long time.
Now that –that might make me a bad person….