I really don’t know how to relate to eleven-year-olds. I had my Year 7 students today and it’s a wonder we ever get anything done. They just don’t listen! They really vexed me…wait, scratch that, they really vex me.
I think I’m also bothered by it because there was an incident between two of the boys in my form class (homeroom). It didn’t happen in my class, but when I was returning some materials to my department chair, she was consoling “David”. Apparently, some of the other boys were picking on him and calling him names, including “Kevin”, whose father I’m already having a meeting with on Monday concerning Kevin’s behavior. I was especially pissed to find out there was some other trouble when we were on the Year 7 trip again involving the other boys picking on David, calling him gay and stuff like that. I was so angry I couldn’t speak, not even to comfort David; he’s one of the good ones and so help me if we lose him ‘cuz of the bullying I’ll be pretty pissed.
I don’t get it. But then again, I’m not eleven.
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