Devon Middle School: Fill & Download for Free

Short answer: I don’t really pay them any attention unless they disrupt instruction.Long answer:Middle school students suffer from debilitating tunnel vision. Everything in their lives is of the utmost importance, and no one else can understand how they’re feeling. No one has experienced the pain and loss and joy and excitement that they have. No one knows how difficult life is for them. Especially teachers.When it comes to dating, student relationships take center stage like a mid-’90s Mariah Carey—overly dramatic, all-consuming, and demanding of everyone’s attention. When the relationship inevitably ends, everything in life comes crashing down in a deluge of adolescent angst.No, Mr. Franco, you don’t understand! We were going to go to high school together, take all the same classes, graduate as co-valedictorians, and go to UGA after taking a year off to backpack through France. Then we were going to get married and have three children—two girls and a boy—and he’d go into law and I’d start a business selling Harry Potter themed potholders on Etsy, and we were going to die simultaneously, holding hands, looking out the window of our hospice room!And I rub my temples and say, “You’re eleven.”When a relationship is going well, I don’t have to worry about it affecting my class unless both members of the couple are in my room at the same time, at which point breaking line of sight to the significant other is the only way to divert their attention to the lesson.When students break up, it’s a national media event. The afflicted ex-daters are usually escorted into class by a mourning party attempting to console the dejected pre-teen by assuring him/her that he/she was too good for the other person, offering to bombard the ex’s social media accounts with pointed criticisms and empty threats (rife with grammatical errors). Tears are always flowing. There is an emissary sent to inform me of the emergency situation unfolding in my room.“Hey, Mr. Franco. So, you know how Julie and Ben have been going together for like, forever?”“Two weeks.”“I know, right! It’s crazy how long they were in love! So anyway, Julie found out that Ben’s friend Devon talked to Chrissy, and she said that she wanted to go with Ben, and when Devon told Ben, he didn’t say that he wouldn’t go with her, so obviously Julie was crushed.”“Obviously.”“Ugh. I know, right! So she’s probably going to need a month or so to recoup, and me, Amanda, Brittany, Minerva, Morrigan, Rasha, and Diocletian will need to switch seats for a while so that we can talk her through this, ok?”“I see. We could do that. But here’s a better plan. I’ll write Julie a pass to the restroom so she can collect herself. You and the rest of the funeral procession can sit in your normal seats, and we’ll discuss last night’s reading.”As important as these relationships seem to middle school students, they rarely show up as anything more than a blip on my classroom radar. And while I can appreciate that students need these types of interactions to learn how to navigate social situations, I’d rather they wait to break up until after my class.Thanks for the A2A!

Back when I was in 8th grade, there was a kid who loved to pick on me.I wouldn’t necessarily say that he bullied me per se, but he knew how to push my buttons.Let’s call this guy Devon.Anyway, I had received a new pair of glasses, and Devon noticed this as a window of opportunity for him to insult me.To be fair, I probably would’ve picked on myself as well since the glasses looked somewhat like these:Thankfully there was no tape.But- this was middle school so kids would mess with each other and throw out insults for literally anything and everything.And that’s what Devon did when it came to my glasses.The first day I wore them to school, he thought it would be funny to say that my glasses look nerdy.And in his defense, they sort of did.But then Devon took it a step further and asked me if I could fix his computer.Somewhat annoyed, I responded “Sure, whatever.”No big deal, right?That’s what I thought, and then the next day came.Hey Anthony, can you fix my computer for me?I was immediately greeted by this question when I encountered Devon in our second-period science class.Slightly more annoyed than yesterday, I responded with a sarcastic tone, “Uh-huh.”I then rolled my eyes and called it a day.But then the next day came and Devon without fail, asked the same question:cAn YoU fIx My CoMpUtEr FoR mE?Add some idiotic laughter to his question and that basically summed it up.Devon proceeded to do this over and over, even though I had asked him to stop every time he asked his overused and incredibly annoying question.One day, I had enough of it.In our gym class, Devon asked me one last time:Yo Anthony, wanna fix my computer?I then did something that undoubtedly took him by surprise:I kicked him straight in the crotch.Devon rightfully doubled over in pain as I walked away from him, feeling triumphant.That question was never asked again.With all that being said, there’s a slight plot twist here.Devon’s role and mine- were switched.That’s right, I was the asshole who berated Devon with that stupid question about fixing my computer.And I was the asshole who took a kick to my “no-no square” because of it.I don’t know about you, but I’d say that karma caught up to me.And I totally deserved every bit I received.I couldn’t help but think to myself as I kneeled over in torment, ‘Oh my God this hurts’ and ‘Wow, I’m a jerk.’It was an eye-opening experience at the very least, even though my eyes were initially closed.My face probably looked similar to this guy’s:After the incident went down, I apologized to Devon for what I did to lead him up to that point, and I cleaned up my act by doing my best to not be such a prick.He also apologized for kicking me. It was oddly wholesome.So you know how two guys get into a fight for whatever reason, beat the living fuck out of each other, and then somehow become friends?Devon’s and my friendship was sort of like that, only that I had verbally assaulted him many times over, and he gave his best attempt at preventing me from having kids in the future.It’s just one of those ‘bonding’ moments that you don’t exactly get to share with many other people I guess.Honestly, I still have no clue how we managed to become friends.But one thing’s for sure: karma caught up to me hard that day.

No.But I really think you need to see a pschycologists Devon.Middle school girls don't care about middle school boys. For the most part they aren't attracted to them and they don't give them any romantic attention at all. Or any kind of attention for that matter. They crush on high school boys and movie stars. Because if we're being honest, middle school boys just don't have a whole lot to offer in the romantic sphere. Same with early high school.A lot of boys go through high school without ever getting romantic attention from girls. That's normal. Boys in all male schools and all male boarding schools don't as a rule develop romantic attractions to children either.Most home schoolers I've encountered are unusually mature for their age. None of them are fixated on trying to date children.Please get off Quora and book yourself an appointment with a mental health professional.