#fifth grade

[cornercritter]

i wish i could make friendship bracelets for my mutuals. alas. we are separated by time and space and. ocean. in some cases probably. there’s a shark in between us somewhere

#i’ve been making friendship bracelets since like #fifth grade #which is impressive considering where i’m from #(they’re not really a thing there #i made a whole pride collection once #also #separated by time and space except for one of you #there’s one that i know is in the same general area #(they do not know this #(at this point i don’t know how to break it to them #sorry friend #you don’t know who you are #rambling

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

It has been that the worst week I have had since I taught in the hood. I am so sick of this covid generation who are the sleaziest, most self absorbed, rudest, most assinine, idiotic bunch I've ever had the misfortune if having to educate.

Every day I hear them calling each other gay, calling each other furries, calling each other black boy as a put-down, calling each other black monkeys and they put down, making pornographic moans at the top of their lungs in class in the middle of discussions or when I'm trying to teach, singing in the middle of class whenever the thought hits them, having no idea what courtesy or kindness or respect is and not wanting to know either.

I had a 10 year old boy in the sleaziest voice imaginable offer me a piece of his big banana and something sticky to go with it. I reported it to the principal but of course nothing happened and the asst principal actually found it incredibly amusing.

When nothing was done I got so angry I confronted the kid myself and told him if he ever spoke like that to me again I would be sicking my husband on him. And then *I* got in trouble and was told not to say anything that would make his parents mad.

I have a kid who thinks he is Magic Mike and wants to dance around the class shaking his privates at everybody including me. When I have told his mother this she tells me but it's so funny when he does it at home and his sisters find it so entertaining.

It is not entertaining when this kid who is taller than me is shaking his junk in my face when I am trying to lecture.

I can't use any type of videos because either they are made fun of because they are too cringey or I have Magic Mike dancing to the music and everyone's looking at him instead of the video.

They can't play kahoot or Quizlet because if I forget to put on the random nickname generator then I get names like: bigdaddy69 or urmomisgay.

These are 10 year olds.

I have one class where I have yet to teach a fully lesson because I spend 25 of the 45 minutes repeating the words 'stop talking' and 'get quiet' and yet the instant I open up my mouth to try and teach again everyone begins to talk.

I live in constant fear of snapping one day and screaming "Shut the f*** up!!" & losing my job.

The most the principal will do is come in in a very mousy voice tell them "You need to respect yourself and others."

Meanwhile they are spitting on each other, saying things to each other that we get them shot if they were to say it to a stranger on the street, saying the most racist, sexist things you can imagine and nothing is being done.

I am so burnt out.

The parents refuse to buy school supplies so the school has to provide them and the students treat them like disposable garbage. They have decimated two huge boxes of markers by disemboweling them, throwing them at each other and then leaving them on the floors with the tops off, or stealing them. And I have gone through about 700 pencils since August because they never keep them or keep up with them. They borrow them they immediately ripped their erasers off and throw them at each other and then either they are left on the floor for me to trip over, they are taken and never returned, or they are broken and the next day every single one of the 90 students show up again without a pencil which I have to provide them.

I feel dirty when I come home.

Nothing I say is being heard. I'm not teaching , no one is listening, and to do this for 90 kids a day, everyday, when all you are is a verbal punching bag is beyond my ability to deal with.

#work rant #teaching #covid generation #shitty week #fifth grade

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My fifth grade teacher lined me and like five other boys up on a hill and we all had to jump off and see how far we could get before we stopped falling. I accidentally got a head start because I slipped, but I got the farthest.

#dream #fifth grade #school #teacher

[todaysawtrap]

Todays saw trap is a group of fifth grade boys, who knows how to play the pokémon card game. They’ve been told, that if they win, they get to have icecream with the creator of skibidi toilet. You have a randomized 5 cards. You must beat them at least twice within 30 minutes, or a bomb implanted into your shoulder will explode.

#saw #saw x #saw movies #sawposting #saw 2004 #saw franchise #pokemon #pokeblogging #pokeblr #pokémon #pokemon games #pokemas #pokeart #skibidi toilet #skibidi fanart #skibidi multiverse #ur so skibidi #skibidi fanfic #fifth grade #kids toys #card games #pokemon cards #todaysawtrap

[manicpixxiedreambitch]

When I was eleven, my fifth grade teacher was ableist to me, not that I believe he was doing it intentionally. But he knew I had ADHD and got mad at me when I showed symptoms. He called me lazy and disobedient. He told me not to use my ADHD as an “excuse to be lazy”. He nicknamed me energizer bunny because I was showing symptoms like talking too much, going too fast, etc. One moment that stuck with me the worst though was when he pulled me into the hallway and towered over me (this part might be a little biased though, seeing as he was a grown adult and I was a small child) and he yelled at me, threatening to fail me.

For doodling on my papers. Said that even if all my work was done correctly on the assignment, if I doodled on my paper he would fail me.

And so I cried because what else was I supposed to do? I was eleven. And looking back, I know now that the doodling was a compulsive thing I did to help myself focus.

But when he saw the tears he just yelled “I don’t care if you cry!”

And I remember saying in a small voice “I know.”

I stopped doodling so much on my papers after that. Sure, I’ve drawn the occasional flower or eyeball on my papers, but not as wildly, not as freely as I used to do as a child. He engraved that fear of failing in me so bad that for years I was terrified of doodling on my papers.

Now I am in my senior year in high school. My last semester. And I just realized, that he can’t hurt me anymore. He can’t fail me. And because I’m starting a new chapter in my life, I want closure on something that hurt me for years. So last night, I sat down, and I respectfully wrote the teacher a four page letter. First I explained who I was. How I knew him. And then I apologized, and explained that this was probably not the kind of letter he was expecting. How I was writing the letter for closure. I let him know I do not hate him, and that I do not expect a response, nor do I want him to feel any guilt as a result. The letters main purpose was for him to know he hurt me.

I explained that I understand that a lot of my childhood actions had deserving consequences, however I did not deserve to be treated the way I was in his class. I told him how I was being bullied a lot, and had no friends at the time. I told him how I had ADHD, and how the way he treated me for showing symptoms was wrong. I said I felt like an alien, and I was treated like one. I brought up the nickname he gave me, how to this day I hate it. I wrote about that horrible day in the hallway, how it was from my perspective and how what he said stuck with me. How I did not realize teachers could be bullies until I entered his class. I stated that I did not deserve that. I was a child. How I am not being sensitive or a “snowflake”. How I am not saying he should have let me get away with doing anything I wanted, but he could’ve handled me as a student a little better. That my teacher was supposed to help me swim, not scold me for drowning. I was not a bad kid. I was a troubled kid. And yeah, I know you can’t help everyone, but it still hurt me.

And then I explained once again that I was sorry that this wasn’t the kind of letter he expected to receive from a former student. That perhaps to another student he might have been Mr. Falker, but not to me.

I am not lazy, I am not willfully disobedient, I am a human being. I have a human voice, and human emotions. And he did not treat me as such that day in the hallway, or when I was in his class. How the phrase “I don’t care if you cry” will forever sting at me any time I am upset.

I told him that I am in my senior year in high school. I am looking into a career in the field of art. And I write books, I am an author. And unfortunately, I can give no credit to that man for these accomplishments.

And after I finished writing the letter, I started doodling all over the margins. It was uncomfortable at first, it felt like I had artists block for doodling. But then I remembered all of the doodles I used to draw all those years ago, and I started doodling more. And as soon as most of the margins were covered, I know this sounds dramatic, but I swear I heard my fifth grade self laughing. She was saying “You’re gonna get in trouble! He’s gonna fail you!” And I was hit with the most sobering thought. “He’s not.”

#childhood #childhood trauma #fifth grade #doodlings #inner child

[elisbookworld]

In our school (5-12th grade) all ninth graders get a 5th grader to look after, as like a big sibling. So naturally I am weirdly involved in the Drama of a bunch of 10yos.

So yeah, Helena said she doesn't like Susie, so I don't like Susie. Also Masha (a girl from the Ukraine) is mad at my "little sister" because she was ill and left her alone in school. So I told her "my best friend left the school so I only see her all 3 months or so", and Masha goes, without missing a beat: "I haven't seen my best friend in 2 years because she's in the Ukraine and I can't go there. Because there is a war"

Fair point Masha, fair point.

#children #little siblings #fifth grade #being a teenager be like #older sister #older sibling #Older sibling day

[peppermintsandbones5]

I have a weird emotional attachment to most inanimate objects, so I still have clothes form fifth and sixth grade that just take up room in my closet because I can’t bear the idea of getting rid of them…

#girlblogging #coquette #princesscore #sentimental #emotional attachment #clothing #clothes #fifth grade #middle school #i’m just a girl #help my closet is so full

[floofdrawsstuff]

school doodles

Hooman or Demon

#I haven’t draw human Alastor in foooooreeeeeverrrr so don’t judge me😭😭 #human alastor #alastor hazbin #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor altruist #alastor art #alastor fanart #alastor radio demon #alastor the radio demon #school doodles #fifth grade #sucks #my art <3 #doodle #doodlysketch #floofdrawsstuff

[swans-chirping-in-the-distance]

The three worst grades middle school and below:

Fucking 5th graders. Don't get me started. They're cringy judgemental assholes. Worst year of my life.

Seventh graders are evil. Literally insecure pieces of shit. Not as bad as fifth graders but they're trying really hard to be the worst.

Third graders are stuck up assholes. Literally hate them.

If you're in these grades i hope you are not like the majority

#grades #school #middle school #grade 7 #seventh grade #fifth grade #grade 3 #third grade

[gh0stg1rl-013]

Goddamn

#Just thinking about a field trip that happened a forever ago #FIFTH GRADE #on the bus back I was sitting with her #and i told her that i was cold #and she offered her hoodie!! #i didn't take it #but i should've #i know i'm a simp

[thesportstwins]

#FirstDay of #FifthGrade! #TheSportsTwins #AustinAndJett #JettAndAustin #5thGrade

#the sports twins #fifth grade #5th grade #first day

[paranormal-pal]

All the talk of the titanic is reminding me of the titianic oc I had to make in fifth grade

#titanic #ocean gate #oceangate #OC #fifth grade

[lizzywrites1]

Okay all, I need help with something.

Every morning, I write a "Quote of the day" on my board for my fifth graders and struggle with finding some...

If you could reblog, comment, anything, and share with me your favorite quotes, inspirational (bonus if its Disney!) and ones that 10-year-olds will understand, I'd be very grateful!

Tysm!

#teachers of tumblr #teacher #fifth grade #quote of the day #help! #inspiring quotes

[achos-laazov]

Finished marking math finals.

Report cards next. At least we got a new report card program that (a) saves your work more often, (b) keeps the data in the cloud, (c) is online so can be done from any computer, and (d) is ten times easier to use than the Excel macro thing we were doing until now.

#teaching tumblr #teacher life #are you smarter than a 5th grader #fifth grade

[shopwithmemama]

#printables #printable #printable activity #printable activities #activities #activity for kids #activities for kids #homeschool #homeschooling #teachers #learning #earth day printable #earth day activities #earth day activity #earth day printables #free printables #free printable #free activities #diy #classroom #kindergarten #first grade #second grade #third grade #fourth grade #fifth grade #teacher resources #fun activities

[annabelle--cane]

I am aware I have died on this hill before but people who really strenuously argue that fanfic isn't "real writing" drive me insane. what do you meeeaaaaannn. besides the fact that any attempt to define "real art" vs "fake art" is inherently reactionary, it just doesn't make any sense. it's Writing. people Write it. what the fuck are you talking about.

#like. my fifth grade vampire novella was 100% original fiction. objectively it was awful on every axis. it was still writing. what. #marina marvels at life