I made a student cry today. She didn’t cry in front of me, but her friend later came to me in the office and told me about it.
I know it’s hard for them to ask me questions and admit that they don’t understand things. It’s just the culture. But these girls are so economically disadvantaged already that i feel obligated as their teacher to train them so they can become more responsible. That way, they’ll at least have a chance at getting a job after they graduate. There is so little disciplinary action in this school; the students are in very bad shape, both in terms of attitude and work ethic. I don’t know how they are in other classes, but in my classes, they don’t listen. For some reason, they think that if they can’t understand what i’m saying, they might as well ignore me and chit chat. The ones who try ask the high-level students to translate, but most give up. I don’t have a problem with them giving up. That’s their right, and i can’t force them to learn if they don’t want to. But when they talk, other students who want to try can’t hear me, and as a result, most of the class gets things wrong and loses points. And i don’t give second chances, because they should know my rules already.
This student didn’t know my policy of never accepting late work because she either didn’t listen or didn’t understand but neglected to ask for clarification. When i refused to accept her late timed writing, she quietly walked away. It would be unfair for me to accept her work, because i’ve been refusing all late submissions. When her friend came to plead with me to accept it, i took it and told her i’d correct it but that i’d have to give it a zero. I later caved and gave the student who submitted her work late a letter explaining that i’ll only take 5 points off and that she shouldn’t take it personally, because i can’t veer from my rules if i’m to be fair to everybody. I had to mull it over for a good hour, but i eventually decided that i’m not being too unfair because this class is a bit behind, and i did accept late work the first few weeks.
I want these kids to succeed. I really do. They want so many things in life—they tell me these things in their journals—and if no one helps them now to become responsible citizens, they’re never gonna get those things. I don’t understand why the teachers here protect them so much. These girls don’t need protection; they need training. I feel like everyone here thinks God is the answer to everything. ‘These girls might be irresponsible and unmotivated but God will somehow help them in the end, so let’s just pray.’ I wish somebody would cooperate with me.