You may remember me talking about the club for girls I was going to start this semester. Oh, I was so excited, and really looking forward to it. Well, unfortunately it has already been canceled. The first week back to school many girls were talking about attending. I got them pumped up and ready to go when we returned the second week.
On the first day of the club I was standing in my classroom all my myself. I gave it a few more minutes, thinking the girls were taking a break, going to the bathroom, getting drinks, being responsible middle school students. As the halls got more and more quiet I realized I was fooling myself. There were no girls coming to my classroom. Day one of the club was a bust. I went home frustrated and saddened.
The vice principal in charge of clubs wouldn't let me give up that easily, as I wanted to just cancel the club that week. She put yet another advertisement for the group in the school newsletter, and we talked up the club again. Girls were excited, raising their hand when I took a poll of who was attending, and were asking me about the first day activities. They really wanted to join; or so it seemed.
Week number two found me once again standing in an empty classroom. This time I was more than upset. A couple of the students who were supposed to be in the club were wandering through the halls, unsupervised. They were telling one club chair they were at my club, and they were telling me they were supposed to be somewhere else. Sixth grade girls definitely start turning into Jr. High students right around this time of year.
I have to admit that I am not terrible sad about canceling the club, though I am extremely disappointed. I wasn't going to get paid for this extra work, and I'm starting to feel the crunch of being a part-time employee working full-time hours. Or maybe the truth is that no matter how old we get rejection just sucks.