Just so that you know, teaching preteen girls is not easy. I don't have the greatest challenge because I only have four of them, and all of them come from supportive families. One of them has parents who thinks money can support their child more than an open and caring mind, but what can I say? At her folk acknowledge her.
I guess the biggest problem for me is to put myself in their shoes. With most of my kids I can remember who my life was as a child. I had many little boys as friends when I was a little girl so I relate to my little boys as well. But preteen girls? I wonder. I don't want to seem bitter or self-patronizing but my preteen years were dark and scary and I don't really dwell on them. Not that it would do any good. I understand that any trial for any child is hard and that this time is probably the most confusing time in their lives and it can't be compared to my. That is the problem. I can't compare my life with theirs. When I was 10, 11, and 12 years old I had seen so much heart-ache and confusion that it is hard for me to be actively sympathetic to their fears and tears and hearts aches. I want to tell them to get over it, they will come to bigger challenges in their lives and they need to learn from situations and make the best of them. But the probably is although it is the truth, how will it effect them.
Preteen girls are probably the most fickled creatures in the world. Adding the confusion of growing up in a small community such as the one they live in where deep-rooted traditional clashes with globalization makes some seriously moody, twisted chicks in place of the joyful and happy little girls they used to be. I am not quiet sure what to do with them. If another cries in my class over "stupidness" I am going to scream!!!!
So much of the silly, foolish talking teacher I made myself out to be in the last entry.