Hate is such a strong word, stirs up emotion, applied to so many things in life. How much of what you say you hate, do you really hate? Your clothes, hair, food, what about people? What’s sad is that I hear the ‘h’ word constantly. More often than not it is applied to students hating students, or teachers. What’s worse is when I hear the words spoken ‘my teacher hates me’. My heart aches. As a teacher, could you ever HATE a child? Even if it isn’t true that said teacher hates said child…what could you be doing that puts that message out there to that student?! Where is the love in the schools that need it most? Some students certainly don’t get it at home. I have even found out that some students aren’t living with their moms (dads are rarely in the picture), they are living with older siblings. While in the kindergarten class today the teacher and I noticed a large burn on a little boys hand. When the teacher asked what happened he told us that he was making himself noodles for dinner and burned his hand. A five year old in charge of feeding and cooking for himself!! Unbelievable! According to his cousin who is in 7th grade, him and his siblings, ages 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, and 8, are left home alone to fend for themselves!
A third grade girl got in trouble by her teacher for talking and disrupting while they were supposed to be taking a test. The student then wrote a note to a classmate which the teacher saw and confiscated. It read ‘I hate my teacher. She sucks dicks for dimes.’ The teacher got the girl suspended and then brought her to the office where she had the student read her letter to her mother over the phone. Of course the student felt awful and wouldn’t say the bad stuff to her mom. I am amazed that a third grader even knows this kind of language, and I wonder if she even knows what it means.
