My year nines were bloody hopeless this afternoon. They were singing, shouting, not working, arguing, throwing, getting up and walking around, laughing, falling off chairs, calling out, being rude, answering back and so on. And you know what, they were actually surprised that I put half of them in detention.
It never ceases to amaze me how thick kids can be. I'm not talking about the I-can't-solve-equations kind of thick - that's okay, I can live with that. I'm on about the kind of thick that makes them point the finger at someone else when by doing so all they really achieve is showing off how red-handed they are.
One boy in the class constantly calls across the room, argues with me gets out of his seat and is a general pain but can never understand why I'm telling him off. Another spends half his time singing football chants and banging ont he desk and is utterly baffled when I tell him to stop. It's as though they have no short term memory whatsoever and can't remember what they were doing two seconds ago.
The worst though is a boy (always the boys) who never does any work, never shuts up and has the sort of face that just screams 'car thief' at you. Not that I'd ever stereotype any of my pupils of course.
Losers. Total losers.
