BLOG – There was a little more than despair on my face when, for the fifth time of the day, I clicked on the small window allowing me to see how many of my dear students had logged on to the ENT today. . Very likely that a small voice tried at that time to whisper something like “Ah bah that one, it does not surprise me that he does not connect, he never gives a damn.”
I didn't even hear it, even less listened to it and I closed my computer screen with a little nervous gesture, determined not to make new online games on sound today [oin ] or the numbers from 60 to 69, as their success seemed far from unanimous.
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An angry teacher
I was angry, and still am.
Because that little voice says anything.
Because that one, if he doesn't connect, it's because he doesn't have a computer.
Because the latter, if she does not respond, it is because she cannot read the instructions and neither does her mother.
Because all these people, if they do not return the cards, it is because they have not found a table to sit, or silence to work.
I am angry that they are not respected and that I am asked to demand of them much more than they can.
I thought then of going to pick up strawberries, but I did not know what to check on the exit certificate.
Parents calling for help
So I picked up my phone and picked up on the many WhatsApp conversations of the moment. I read, reread, and counted the number of friends who had written to me with much more despair than I did to call for help: “Help me who you are mistress, school to house, I can't do it! ”.
I reread my answers, which began with “Send me the card, I will tell you” and which all ended, without exception, by “Drop it, bake a cake with him, ask him to count the eggs and what will be as well. ”
Let them blow
Because yes, it will be as well.
It will even be even better.
It will even be ten times better.
Because you will talk to each other, because you will laugh, because he will not realize that he is just counting.
Because baking a cake with your child doesn't require a computer, printer, desk, or silence.
Because laughing with him, counting the number of eggs that will remain afterwards, will bring everyone the same benefit.
Except there might be some missing for the strawberry pie.
It is not serious.
We will sweeten the strawberries.
This post is also published on the blog Thank you Mistress.
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