I’m down to three. After five difficult months trying to teach a thirteen year old fifth grade lessons, he has been removed from my class. He was rude, uncooperative, and defiant. I’m happy he’s gone simply because he was such a distraction to the other three kids in my class. Now, perhaps, without the added distraction, without my lack of divided attention, we can start to thrive as a unit of four, teacher and students.
I’ve just completed my first three hours of teaching without him. It was so much easier.
I love the kid. I’ll miss having the close relationship with him. But, onwards and upwards. My “Fantastick Four”, as they liked to be called, is now three. Stay tuned…
Better three that learn than four disrupted by one and prevented from learning.
My thoughts exactly.