Revisiting my Teen Years.

I had a very up and down day half way through last week. I woke up before my alarm submitted work for my AQ and did all the regular stuff I do before school. Once I got to school the co-teacher, who I don't necessarily agree with all of the time, threatened my employment. She claimed in the class that she runs, and where I am her English assistant (aka puppet) that I am too boring and dry much like the students who occupy her class. The clinching threat was when she said she would phone the school board and also notify my vice-principal that I should not come back, and this co-teacher wouldn't allow me to teach in her class for the rest of the year.

I will admit that I am a little boring but moroseness, just like excitement, is contagious when students greet you with rolling eyes, and submitting sheets with ten words on them copied up to twenty times. Plainly stated, I hate her teaching style of "Listen and repeat. If you can't do that you're writing lines." and I hate how she doesn't have me contribute anything to her lessons or listen to my general input. I'm degraded and I hate myself for every moment I'm stuck there gazing out into these straight-lined faces. As she lectured down to me I felt completely above it; I'll admit I haven't been teaching since Confucius but I think for having taught less than a full year I'm doing really well. Then all of a sudden thoughts kept creeping into my head.

"I'm well aware of minimal role in this classroom."
"Go ahead, kick me out of your class. You'd be doing us both a favor."
and that pure teenage angst line; "You don't fucking know me!"

However, I kept it professional, after all she decided to have children doing supplementary work while this was going on. I don't think I got a full sentence out in the entire conversation. She squashes opposing views. I was at a boiling point by the end of the discussion, a great way to start the day. Less than a minute after the first class of the day came in and I just said to myself, "Be that used car salesmen, sell the shit out of this literal PPT of shit." and so I did.

After the class she was ecstatic about how good the class worked based on my contribution (which was almost 50% of the teaching). Either way, now I go into this class thinking that my co-teacher thinks I'm a useless ball of slime and day by day, class by class, I have to prove her wrong. She's gone with the school year and in December, when the curriculum is finished, I have complete control of the classroom, according to our conference we just had now. I do feel like a teenager now, a new chapter has opened up and I want to go in and grab the world by the balls but there's this lame parent here who is pretending like I'm not a qualified teacher and calling my curfew and giving me lectures that I couldn't give a flying fuck about. The important thing I've learned is I don't want to co-teach for the rest of my life.