Can I vent?
I'm grading my high school students' unit projects today- They had four days to write me a Shakespearean sonnet, tailored to a few specifications including labeling instances of imagery and figurative language.
Now, I'm used to catching cheaters. Every project has one or two knuckleheads who copy and paste an essay directly from online, and it isn't hard to spot the signs, but I'm not even a third of the way through my class roster and I've already caught 11 kids who just genuinely could not be bothered to do the work.
The more clever cheaters ripped their sonnets from a website for teens to post poetry on, so at least it comes close to resembling their actual skill level. One submitted me an honest to goodness Robert Frost poem, and I feel like I should be taking something for my blood pressure right now.
However, the bigger half of these little turdgoblins employed an online app that generates Shakespearean sonnets like a Mad Lib. You just enter your favorite animal and a few descriptive words, and it spits out a sonnet- always the same sonnet for the most part, mind you, which is how I ended up catching them.
I understand a lot of you are or have been teachers, that most of you have had children, and that nearly all of you have at some point in your lives been a high school student. Meanwhile, I've only been at this game for about a year and a half now, am not yet old enough to be my students' mother, and am presently stuck in a decidedly rural area where seniors writing essays need to be reminded that the past tense of "see" is "saw," not "seen" or "seent," so I don't know if I should be as surprised or hurt by this as I am, but so far this is the worst instance of mass-scale don't-give-a-damn I've encountered among my students, and I'm just kind of reeling right now.
I've still got four more class periods to grade before I'm done, and if this pattern keeps up, I'm about to have to send around thirty students to the principal's office tomorrow, out of a roster of about 120.
I know they're teenagers. I know they don't care about poetry, and that they aren't going to make an honest effort at something that isn't important to them. I know that as a teacher it's on me to make the material more engaging and appealing and to help them understand why it's relevant. I get that, I really do, and god but I've been trying to show them how personal and powerful a tool for self-expression it can be, but what kills me isn't that they don't care.
It's that they think I'm so stupid that I'd let them pass an entire unit project when all of their friends' poems are literally identical except for the nouns. It's that the next generation of my country is genuinely dull enough to think they can get away with that.
I'm hurt and I'm scared and I'm so, so tired and I still have so many papers left to grade.
Just had to take a break from the pen for a moment to say that.
Thanks for hearing me.
--^@
I'm grading my high school students' unit projects today- They had four days to write me a Shakespearean sonnet, tailored to a few specifications including labeling instances of imagery and figurative language.
Now, I'm used to catching cheaters. Every project has one or two knuckleheads who copy and paste an essay directly from online, and it isn't hard to spot the signs, but I'm not even a third of the way through my class roster and I've already caught 11 kids who just genuinely could not be bothered to do the work.
The more clever cheaters ripped their sonnets from a website for teens to post poetry on, so at least it comes close to resembling their actual skill level. One submitted me an honest to goodness Robert Frost poem, and I feel like I should be taking something for my blood pressure right now.
However, the bigger half of these little turdgoblins employed an online app that generates Shakespearean sonnets like a Mad Lib. You just enter your favorite animal and a few descriptive words, and it spits out a sonnet- always the same sonnet for the most part, mind you, which is how I ended up catching them.
I understand a lot of you are or have been teachers, that most of you have had children, and that nearly all of you have at some point in your lives been a high school student. Meanwhile, I've only been at this game for about a year and a half now, am not yet old enough to be my students' mother, and am presently stuck in a decidedly rural area where seniors writing essays need to be reminded that the past tense of "see" is "saw," not "seen" or "seent," so I don't know if I should be as surprised or hurt by this as I am, but so far this is the worst instance of mass-scale don't-give-a-damn I've encountered among my students, and I'm just kind of reeling right now.
I've still got four more class periods to grade before I'm done, and if this pattern keeps up, I'm about to have to send around thirty students to the principal's office tomorrow, out of a roster of about 120.
I know they're teenagers. I know they don't care about poetry, and that they aren't going to make an honest effort at something that isn't important to them. I know that as a teacher it's on me to make the material more engaging and appealing and to help them understand why it's relevant. I get that, I really do, and god but I've been trying to show them how personal and powerful a tool for self-expression it can be, but what kills me isn't that they don't care.
It's that they think I'm so stupid that I'd let them pass an entire unit project when all of their friends' poems are literally identical except for the nouns. It's that the next generation of my country is genuinely dull enough to think they can get away with that.
I'm hurt and I'm scared and I'm so, so tired and I still have so many papers left to grade.
Just had to take a break from the pen for a moment to say that.
Thanks for hearing me.
--^@