Teens have grown attuned to teacher’s antics. They know when to stop talking, how to communicate without being seen or heard, they know how to push the teacher’s buttons- but sometimes they lack the reaction time of an adult. And the hormones. Don’t mention the emotions.
They’re clever. They’re smart. They understand things. They hate to be underestimated by their age, or by their looks, or by how much time they have spent in the real world. They are caught up in the here and now. They are vibrant and young. They’re worried about the future, their parents, their teachers, their friends, while, hell, some of them try to balance it out so much that they procrastinate! Nevertheless, they are the future!
Teacher’s have grown attuned to teen’s antics. They know how to talk to kids, and they know how to deal with unfortunate situations of misbehavior. They know how to explain a subject for kids that learn in different ways. They know the ‘real world’ and they know how to write job applications, and schedules, and routines. They are pulled every which way, determined to find solid ground in their plans and teaching methods.
Teacher’s, however, sometimes don’t get the kid’s behavior- they sometimes forget to put themselves into the teen’s shoes. To them, the drama of the year is ‘second-hand drama’ as I like to explain it as. They sometimes wrongly expect teens to come to school fully concentrated on history or science or language arts. However, teens come to school with social lives, family lives, ANTI-social lives, plans, daydreams, and opinions that could fully alter their future course.
Teens sometimes forget to that some teachers have been doing this for years and years and have plans. They are trying to understand their world, as are teens.
The teachers try to know whats best for the evolving teens, lesson plans, and paying bills and the teens try to control their uncertain evolving futures and friends and assignments. There has to be some kind of connection between them!
Basically, both are desperately trying to grasp at something real that both of them can find a compromise. Something that they have in common. They are absorbed in their concentration in their own lives, scurrying around, sometimes colliding, sometimes corresponding.
I witness this tug-a-war between teacher and teen everyday. I find it quite interesting to witness this first hand, all trying to keep a steady relationship between teachers and students, each with their triumphs and faults.
If you stuck through that whole thing, I’m proud of you!