In my current teaching gig I feel at times I am herding cats when it comes to the students. Not all students, just the vocal minority. They have spent from 3 to 12 years together perfecting their methods of annoying each other and the teacher. I've only been around 3 weeks and have two months to go. They are on the verge of being annoying. The strangest part of the equation is the decided lack of curiosity on their part. They would rather blurt out the same script that look at what is potentially new in their world. They could catalog a new experience or idea, but would rather contrive to get out of doing anything. In their defense many times when they are engaged they do produce some interesting things. But I digress.
While my herding of cats is a phrase about my efforts to keep the students moving in a good direction, Friday I added another title to my resume, dog catcher. Or more precisely dog wrangler. We had a wonderful looking, and friendly, bulldog show up to the buss loading zone at the farm. All this bulldog wanted to do was bite the bus's tired and run around the bus as it tried to back up to leave. As I shooed the dog away and the neighbor sprayed the dog with water we eventually got the buses on their way. The bulldog had tired himself out and he was eventually moved to his backyard.
The first comment I heard after the event was a student asking if I was applying to the city for a job as a dog catcher.
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