When it rains...
What do you tell an intern after a her learning activity deteriorates into random choas peppered with Carlos Mencia racial humor? And then, how do you answer her question of "How do you do that?" after observing me teach the "dancing class" at a frantic pace in which the young freshmen argued like third graders and answered all questions at a volume appropriate for a DMX concert?
I wish I had the answers. Instead, I went to therapy with my assistant principal. "This effort is not sustainable," I told him. "How do you handle all of this," I continued.
I'll leave it at that. My promise: The next post will not be about my classroom experiences.