Day Three, New Home. But who's counting in American anyway? Gaelic does me good enough. So far, so good with the blogging/journaling something once a day. Now I just have to get something drawn and/or write/edit something.
Getting up at 5 AM is certainly something ... else. At this point, 4 hours after getting up, I'm already flagging and about set to pass out. And I'm sitting here beside a kid who came in late, then started to be disruptive, talking about a personal project WHILE my teacher was trying to show us something on the board. I feel like only a handful of the students in this class are dedicated and are showing consistency for making the most out of their education here. It frustrates me to no end. I learn by listening, and when I can't hear a teacher because of other students and the info we're learning is pertinent to modeling?
It makes me want to tell the kids to shut up, start listening to what Teacher is saying, or get out and stop wasting time and money.
.... and as I was writing this, kid started to get up to go get something to eat while Teacher is teaching and maaaan. I have never seen him this mad before. Chewed the kid out right in front of the entire class, not even asking to see him privately for a chat. Frankly, the public chastisement was long-overdue for all the disruption that had been going on in growing variables in the last couple weeks. Thanksgiving and Christmas really relaxed a lot of the younger kids in the class to a point of complacency, losing vision of the goal of graduating and getting themselves a career from what we're learning to do in class.
And quite frankly, now he's sitting here and modeling on his own, not even paying attention to the lectures. Fail, kid. Fail.
Sweet. Now for lab time. 'Nuff said for the bloglife right now.
why are you getting up so early? that's about what time i get up here.
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