Okay, I know the times are changing; I know this. But still... how have we managed to take our little, innocent girls and turn them into girls that may still be little but are are far from innocent?
Some of my students this year look way, way, way older than they really are. The girls mostly, because the boys still look like babies, generally.
One girl in particular, we'll call her SS (for short skirt) wears the tiniest skirts I have ever seen. She must constantly adjust them, just to stay clothed at all. Plus, she wears really, really tight clothing and is very... developed... for her age, so it is not the same as a tight t-shirt on one of the girls who still has a little girl's body.
It's just not the same.
I simply do not know how her mother lets her out of the house like that. If you didn't know she was only 12, I'd peg her as at least 16, maybe older. She is just that developed. Plus, she acts much older than her age, maybe because she does look so much older.
This makes me sad, because she is a sweet girl, mostly, but she's dressing like something that has nothing to do with sweet.
Really, really sad.
I have another girl (the one who had gum the first day) who also wears tiny clothing, and is also somewhat more developed than your average 12 year old, but she still doesn't project that same air of asking for trouble.
It really does make me sad.
On a somewhat happier note, Stubborn (I told you you'd hear about him again; who knew it'd be this soon!) got in trouble in another class for the same issues I was dealing with. It's nice to know I'm not alone in this!
The best part, though, was that he was somewhat helpful the other morning... I had a spider in my classroom (I am terrified of spiders) and I wanted it dead. Amid cries of "Save the spider!" "Don't kill it!" "Noooooo!" and girls screaming, Stubborn just walked up and squished it with his fingers.
Ah... I knew if I kept him around he'd be helpful.
No, seriously! I really did say he'd be helpful someday!
Really.
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I have never left a negative comment on a blog before ... but, wouldn't you really hate for your students or their parents to read this blog? I wouldn't want my children to read it. Teachers are usually upon pedestals to children. Your negativity shines through .. and you shouldn't talk about how this little girl dresses. Maybe to another teacher, but this is the world wide web, and open to all.
I'm sorry, but maybe you should again read what you wrote and try to see it from another view instead of the teachers view, if a student or parent was to read this.
I'm really not trying to negative, but just open minded.
Thank you for your comment. I did as you requested, and reread what I posted. I do stand by what I said, however. I use no names, no one knows what school I am at, no one knows anything identifiable about me or my students.
In my opinion, kids that are the age of my students should not be online AT ALL, except for supervised schoolwork. There is simply too many bad things out there for them. So I don't feel that seeing a teacher talking about kids in this way would harm them.
I do not feel my blog is harmful to children, however!
My negativity? I do put things in a cynical way, but that's my personality. I love my students, and I love my job. I am thrilled to be doing what I'm doing, and happy to have this blog as an outlet, so that others can see the absurdities of working with children. I love the crazy things they do, and just comment on them as I see them.
Looking from a parent's view, of course it might be a negative thing to think about their child being seen in this way... but they are the ones who purchase the clothes that turn the little girls into tiny sex objects. I hope someone reads this and thinks about how their child might be viewed by a stranger, to keep them safe.
Thank you very much for sharing your concerns with me. I will continue to make sure I am viewing what I am posting as a parent and an outsider, to make sure I am not posting things that would be better left out.
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