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I think May for any teacher is exhausting. The students know they only have a few more weeks, and they have Spring Fever.
And I've finished all of the stories in the textbook, so now, I'm scrabbling for things to do to keep up interest. My American Literature class is doing The Great Gatsby, and tomorrow, the story starts going sour. The kids are *so* hopeful that things will end well for Gatsby, despite all clues it won't.
I keep going back to my ancient English Literature texts, the ones from the nineties, for happy stories to balance all the negative and serious stories from the current adoption.
I skinged on grammar and vocabulary this year, and the results are unfortunatetly showing in the end-of-the-year test post scores. *sigh*
Sixteen more school days with students Two half-weeks, and two whole weeks.
And I've finished all of the stories in the textbook, so now, I'm scrabbling for things to do to keep up interest. My American Literature class is doing The Great Gatsby, and tomorrow, the story starts going sour. The kids are *so* hopeful that things will end well for Gatsby, despite all clues it won't.
I keep going back to my ancient English Literature texts, the ones from the nineties, for happy stories to balance all the negative and serious stories from the current adoption.
I skinged on grammar and vocabulary this year, and the results are unfortunatetly showing in the end-of-the-year test post scores. *sigh*
Sixteen more school days with students Two half-weeks, and two whole weeks.
