antarcticbeech: Haha. I am loving your cynicism today.
adikarmika: Maybe you’re not allowed to kick them out because of the powers that be, but it really just shows how unprofessional the university is then. I remember some lecturers ripping into some students – I mean really ripping into them in a very angry way – who were talking or listening to music in a very large lecture of almost 500 students when I was in my first year of university. University lecturers are professionals. They’re not dealing with three year old kindergarten kids. They’re dealing with adults who have rights and responsibilities and need to participate in society in an acceptable way. I know these guys are engineers, and my experiences have been that many are pretty clueless socially also, but so what? Maybe someone needs to give them some clues. Because you teach at a university, you’re obviously not some backpacker wannabe blowin. You’re a professional and should be treated accordingly.
I’ve figured out now that if I want to be seen as somewhat similarly to the Taiwanese teachers at my school, then I need to brook no bullshit. Of course, I’ll never be seen the same way, and there’s all sorts of stuff I’m sure kids get away with simply because I don’t speak Chinese fluently. I’m not a foreign clown though (I will ham it up and the kids can have a laugh at me if it’s all in good fun and part of what we’re doing, but not if it’s disrespectful) and my classes are not for fucking around. There’s a very real difference between getting a little silly and fucking around. I’m not afraid to be a hard arse on my kids now. I don’t care if they don’t like me for it. Some of them are finally starting to get it into their thick heads that I will knock their thick heads against a wall (in a figurative sense) if they fuck around in my class, but if they’re good, they will have the world lain at their feet.
Yesterday, in a seventh grade class, I was giving instructions to a group, pointing to something on the board, and one of the girls in the group wasn’t even looking at the board the entire time I was giving the instruction. I stopped and called her name. I always do these hand signals and say, “Look and listen!” I do it so much that as soon as I do them, some of the other kids chime in because they all know them so well now. It’s like a mantra. She still wasn’t taking me seriously, so I broke out my garbled Chinese and did an imitation of her talking to her friend or staring at the floor, then one of all the other kids working, and then one of her talking in an exaggerated voice with an exaggerated blank look on my face and saying, “Shen me? Wo bu dong!” and then did my hand signals and “Look and listen” again. She went bright red, and I embarrassed the fuck out of her in front of the entire class who were laughing at her, but fuck her. She does this all the time and I’ve tried to be nice to her and she’s just continued to take the piss. So I took the piss.
As fucked up as that all sound, many of my students are actually beginning to realise that the less time I spend raining fire down on some little prick in class, the more time we have to do something interesting and/or fun. I generally don’t have this problem at all with my eighth grade students. Both classes seem to have already been really respectful from the get-go. We have an excellent relationship and there’s a lot of leeway because we all know where to draw a line and treat each other well. They’re pretty rare though. Some of the ninth grade students can be little cocks and I’ve brought the hammer down on a number of occasions. In this country, often you won’t be respected for trying to be reasonable or appeal to reason. You just have to be a mean, authoritarian son-of-a-bitch to gain their respect.
At Christmas last year, I drew up Santa’s Good List and chose those students whom I considered to be really nice, polite, respectful students (the eighth grade students were disproportionately represented). I had a tree in my room and all of the presents (some pretty nice stuffed toys that had been donated to the school) were gift-wrapped. I told them at the start that they were getting a present because they had been such lovely students (the implication being the other kids had been mediocre to rotten little cunts which is why they weren’t getting presents). The kids who got the presents looked like they were in pure bliss when they opened their presents. I’m sure it got back to the other students (I hope it did). In my world, not everyone does get a Christmas present just for turning up and having a pulse.
Likewise, during the winter camp, I singled out a couple of girls in the eighth grade who had really been putting in a lot of effort over the previous semester, despite not being the best English students. I really talked them up and gave them an award. I later found out that one of them actually has minor learning difficulties.* The other kids were a little shocked that I would mention them because they’re not the smartest students. From that day forward, the girl with the minor learning difficulties, who was previously kind of shy, has always said hello to me and waved at me whenever she’s seen me. The other girl does too, but she already spoke to me before.
- This is actually kind of interesting because I’ve seen her in the special education room (where the kids receive special tutoring) next to mine and she’s been with one of the English teachers. This means she doesn’t test well on all of those inane tests they do, but when I communicate with her and ask her to do TPR, she’s quite good at it. They are obviously really barking up the completely wrong tree in terms of this kid’s learning style at this school. Am I the first person to have noticed this, or is it that the school is still locked into the testing culture despite realising it also? Very interesting question that I think I am going to investigate further today.