I am a Mean Teacher

Darn.

Comments

xister said…
I didn't think that you were serious when you said that you were going to fail someone on the first day. :)
September 3, 2008 at 10:22 PM
Lindsi Michelle said…
remember the pirate tattoo!!! (That has nothing to do with teaching, but I just thought I would remind you....)
September 3, 2008 at 11:37 PM
mlh said…
I got as many comments as letters in my post.





Wait. Not anymore.
September 4, 2008 at 6:58 PM
Kjerstin Evans Ballard said…
More: remember that mean isn't bad. Mean is quirky and firey and potentially endearing. Mean gets good papers.

I repeat something like this to myself in the mirror as I'm brushing my teeth every morning.

It feels more true the further in I get. :)
September 5, 2008 at 7:47 PM
Jennifer said…
It's true. Be the mean teacher and class will be easier for it. It is much easier to gradually release an iron fist than to slam one down when control is threatened.

I like the idea of repeating it as a mantra while brushing teeth.
September 5, 2008 at 11:32 PM
Day said…
Of course, it's better to be so secure that you don't have to ever play the iron fist game. . . that good old will to power thing. . .

but I bet you do mean very well, in the "students are glad for it, eventually" sort of way. :)
September 7, 2008 at 5:17 PM
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