No, I will not talk about the film. But it is the title that comes to mind now is the only one who can describe what happened Monday.
First, to understand, go read this
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And now, read on. Even if it is long. I need to write so long.
Last year I had the pleasure to come across a teacher who had completed year with them. Pure chance, what chance. Jasette at a bend, I discovered she had been with them for three or four months. Only. Yet I had left in September. Why did not she had any longer? It is simple for X reasons, they had been dealing with so many deputies she was the eleventh to spend. Some had saved their skin, others like me that had passed between them, another had to leave. Already the year before they had tasted the same medicine, you can imagine what happened to them. Unfortunately. This teacher, who had held the longest, had drooled. They have even gone so far as to say at the outset that the others had left and she would not do better either. For service to them, for them, she held on, although it was crumpled in passing.
I was sad for them. Yep, I'm like that. Hence the title of my post. Affective memory. I remember so many classes, many students, so many stories, and especially of so many "eras". Even the names are printed in passing in my memory, so that often I recall many years later to have had before me one day. It goes without saying that the classes where I spend several days me even more marked. I remember all the better classes where I had to work "relevailles. I've done wrong, but I am made like that.
Work "relevailles. This was the case for this class of fourth two years ago, that I mentioned in the notes that I made you read and whom I met last teacher. These students now are in Grade 6. I remember several of their names right, it helps that they are not totally Quebec for most of the names and so not too common for my ears, but still, I remember.
Monday, so I had to replace two sixth grade teachers in full correction of the infamous Ministry of examinations in the same school. One and one still doing both, I knew I would fall on these students, from both classes. In the morning, it has been relatively well. Very good. Not too chialage, it was quickly placed it rolled. They found their mark with me.
Where did it full-bodied, this afternoon. I realized that a hard core was in this class. The chialage on Gossage, replicas, the silliness and rude laughter had a lot of them and of them, and it has not improved with everything I've told you above. An even remembered that I had had for three days in fourth grade. The others were soon turned.
The first hour was filled with speeches, heavy, always start over. No way forward really, "the obstinage", comments, and the whole thing took a lot of space. And for me to take a thick when I ask you to shut up and says "Well I have not spoken here! Did you see my mouth moving?" (Laughter from others), whereas I had seen a bit see if it would react by itself, I spent seniority. Even my "Hey, I know that big and thick they are synonyms, but even if I'm fat I'm not thick! "has not been right about everything, although it has closed the valve to some.
Finally, after recess, and seeing that it does not improve return to class, I turned on one of my previous threats: you want me to do the police watching you and I, well perfect. Everyone these range things, everyone puts his arms on the desk, everyone is silent. Do nothing else, and I'll watch you. Point. And those who do not meet these guidelines, you will be surprised after because I take note of all names, I put on X, and in the end I will tell you how many times you'll have to copy. "What is copying?" to launch a. I respond that it should arrange to worry about not to do rather than what will be written.
And I made the police. The worst part is that it worked. After four or five stores the kind of interventions sticker, remit your hands on the desk, stop replicating, and that, while writing as and when names and X, it was all successful. The last I set X has been implied a deep look, and the student quickly dropped what she was doing disruption of just seeing my pencil then animated.
I say worse because you think I like to use this method? Not at all. I use it when the rest does not work when it feels the loss of control. But I hate it. I'm not a font. By cons if it came to the base at this point, I have no choice.
I kept them for 30 minutes as well. Some raised their hands, especially the more quiet, and I made them sign that I did not listen. Others have ended up sleeping head in her arms. I watched them, so calm it was almost pity. And in my head, I thought "fuck, I so enjoyed staying with them, damn, they have been so battered by the events, all they needed was for it, without becoming perfect, they become better. "And yet, this year, I had known during the recess, they had entered an alternate ball. Ye.
I wanted to tell them everything I had in mind but it would not come out. Motton. I decided to write to them instead. I lifted, I went to the table, and wrote:
I do not want to talk to you. I'll write you. Especially those who were in this class of fourth year, the others will understand. I thought of you during the past two years. - There, a student gave a laugh. and I continued. Weighing my words, taking the time to think, between two Motton.
- Not bad, think again. I was wondering what you were now, and I hoped it was better for you. Unfortunately, I met a teacher who you had for some time, and learned that it was not joy for you. I think that you had "hardened" or "bumped into" I do not know. But I was sad for you. I'm done as that, I think and I'm worried about "my eras. I wanted to get better for you. It does not tempt me royally to the police with you. Now, if you're willing to work and be OK, raise your hand and I'll carry you go to work. While writing the last bit, I felt something behind me and I felt reading them I felt they were expecting the next words. When I finally drop my chalk, I hoped.
I returned.
The three had the worst hands. The others looked on, while I gave them the leaves, and rose hand one after the other. Not a word was said. Especially not me, I would not have been capable. Motton. I spent almost everything. They worked, did not say a word. One did not have work. I suspected she had not even seen that I wrote because it was lying with his head in his arms, as at the beginning of my word. I went to shake her gently, she laughed and start fooling around, no one followed. I only asked him one question: "Did you read what I wrote?" "No, hehehe!" "Read."
I left. She read. Smile first, then seriously. And she lifted hand.
Back in the office, I felt the back of the elevator I get into it. And I felt emanating from them full of waves and I do not know what. That's when I swallowed and I snuffed.
In the end, I did pick up the work. "You pick up? But we must do duty !?!?" "No, lets make bad picks. It was done quietly. No, they do not return to work at home. I crossed out the names noted. It was my way of signing the truce. Then I talked to them. I told them I would not have been able to say it verbally, I wanted the message to their long, I would have liked to do in other circumstances. I would have liked to stay with them in fourth grade, but it was not possible. I wished them good life and good passage in high school, to enjoy the activities of their lives there, and especially their studies because the studies were the greatest gift they could do. They did not say anything except thank you.
They took their place, distorting it a bit, but it was not so difficult. One of the worst three took the painting brush and erased the whole message. Rightly so: it is between me and them everything. To the door, it went well. I had a beautiful hellos, smiles, winks. I equally distributed. One even asked me if I would return to their classrooms. I told him I did not because there are only a few days.
I wondered if I had done well. I think so.
I hope it has done them well.
I hope, because even if I'm still overturned, it was good on my side too.
While writing, I still Motton.
