what i teach

i have not had such a crappy time with a bunch of kids since kiddiepark. today took so many cakes and it's only the beginning. the two general opinions that circulate among veterans of "hurricane k," and i don't mean katrina, are that she needs more love or that she needs a kick in the ass. i have never been one to denounce a nice tall order of more love, and i'm not about to start, but i KNOW that giving her her very own private corner of the classroom and her very own tablet in which she can scribble death threats toward me and other messages of hatred and her very own teddy bear to squeeze when she is feeling angry, is not working. is going to stop. this isn't club fucking med, i don't care if you're GT, adhd, 504, SPED, angry, foster kid. you come into my classroom and i will teach you, listen to you, learn from you, advocate for you, laugh with you, fight decades of traditional institutionalized abuse for you, love you, and try my very best to like you, too. but i am not going to turn down your sheets or place a mint on your pillow or kick all the other guests out so you can have a more pleasant stay. i am not your aunty aloha, and she's taking the teddy bear back to the gift shop. THIS is your wake up call, and that's what you get from ME.