Why can't we teach nice teens?
Why do teenagers have to just suck so badly with the eye rolling, leaning on the barres, whining, muttering under their breath.
Giggling whenever I turn my back and chatting after they go across the floor. SHUT UP, PUNKS!
Why can't they keep their uninformed opinions to themselves?
Why do I have to point out every rude comment that comes out of their big mouths, only to be met with more rudeness?
If I had to sit out every punk in my junior ballet class, I would have no students.
Why can't they treat people with respect, especially when respect and patience is extended to them?
Why are they so against learning anything new that might upset their precious egos?
Why do their parents force them into class when they detest it? Do us all a favor and STOP DANCING! I'm not interested in baby sitting your whiny baby, people.
Why do I question my decision to teach just because of their ridiculous attitudes?
I wish I could sass that snotty brat right back but I know I have to be the adult and try to rise above.
I wish their parents could see and hear what they try and pull in my class. The scary thing is I'm not sure they wouldn't just wind up defending their princess.
I wish we could just teach without the drama or need for a degree in psychology.
Sigh.
Thanks for the vent. It does feel much better.
p.s. reading all of your vents reminds me I'm not alone and many of you have it worse at times. This, too shall pass.