Signed, sealed and delivered. I don't know what's normal or good, but my class averages for all three classes are hovering around 80%. I'm pleased.
And cross-eyed from grading.
I do have a couple kids failing, but all but one are really thugs that are constantly suspended, in jail or just not coming to school. I guess, if I only laid eyes on you twice, I won't feel too guilty about failing you. Though, it still makes me sad.
It was all worth it when Pimp got his report today. I nonchalantly laid it on his desk and walked away. I didn't think he'd want people to know that, you know, he ain't stupid. When he turned it over and read the grade, he squealed like a little girl.
He said, "Ms. Hipteacher, can I, can I please take this home to my mom?"
I replied, "Of course, Pimp. You actually have to have her sign it and bring it back to me."
"Ohh..." he said. Like, I was providing icing on the cake--proof to mom. Like, what has he been doing with report cards all this time?
I tried to call his mom afterschool to tell her how well Pimp is doing in my class. The line was not accepting incoming calls.
Damn bill collectors.