the Trophy Wife

Br..k., the Trophy Wife

During the 2012-2013 school year, I taught 7th grade math and English as a Second Language for the Aubrey ISD ( independent school district ). I actually wasn't hired as a full time teacher, but started the year for the regular teacher while she was on maternity leave. Later, she was diagnosed with a dangerous tongue cancer and left for treatment in the first part of February. So, I taught the rest of the year. I need to explain that I had been substituting, tutoring, and serving as a translator since the 2009-2010 school year, so the district knew that I could do the job and I was currently tutoring three days a week. Of course, none of us factored in that I was now 68 and not that desirous to have a full time job. 

Anyway, I taught about 3/5ths of the year for these students and knew this class well since I had tutored many of them or been a sub in their class since they were in fourth grade. 

As a whole, the seventh grade consisted of ill-mannered, disrespectful kids who had not really ever been instructed differently. They has also missed something somewhere in their learning experience in almost all subjects. This included a general lack of basic math understanding such as addition and multiplication facts. Most of the year, I spent trying to get the concept of decimals, ratios, percent, etc to stick in their heads.

I would say things like, " to find the percentage of a number, you always, always, always, always, always, always multiply". Of course, I would ask Johnny how to find 75% of 90, he would reply "divide". 

But I need to get back to the story of B...k., one of my students whose name has been disguised to protect the guilty. One day, after being frustrated by my 4th period math class ( one of the more challenging classes ) in their lack of ability to calculate percentages, I began to lecture on how they were going to need to do this. I emphasized interest rates, tax rates, and the like and how much of a disadvantage they would find themselves in if they couldn't figure these out. 

At this point B...k. interrupted me stating, "I won't have to worry about that, Mr. Nipe"! So I stopped and said, "B...k., why do you think so?"  To which she replied, "I'm going to be a trophy wife!!"

When I finally stopped laughing, my only rejoinder to her was, "Good luck with that!" 

Davdan @ 2008-2018