I’m bending and buckling under the weight
Of things you are asking, placing on shoulders
That slope so slowly as I try to withold
The quivering truth, that I can’t do a thing,
That my hands are tied tightly, and ultimately you
Will be failed by my lies.
I know this poem sounds a bit heavy and makes it sound like I think that I’m failing in every way. But that is not what this post is about. It’s actually about the realisation that kids often do ask way too much of us.
Today, to hit my teaching standards, I took little groups of students out in tutor time and we just stood in the corridor and had a chat about anything that was troubling them and to ask if there was anything that I could do.
I don’t really know what I was expecting but the requests I got were way outside my remit.
It started with some girls asking if they could be moved out of their Music class because they hated the teacher and he hates them. I assured them that is not the case and then informed them that they were just going to have to suck it up.
The next group said that they were getting bored at school and they would like me to provide some more interesting subjects for them to study. Again, I was very sad to inform them that their student teacher could not set aside time for them to study the art of YouTube.
By the time I got asked if I could provide a Starbucks I had pretty much given up. My lesson that was learnt is to never ask thirteen year olds what I can do to make their lives better.