Today I posted final semester grades on my door. After whining for 3 hours yesterday (exam block) after they finished their tests that I don't grade quick enough, for some reason I decided crunch grades and get them up. They only cared because it was something to complain about. A whopping two came by to see what they got. Of course that was just to inform me that I should ignore the fact that they didn't turn homework in for weeks at a time and pass them. First year teacher here. A few short months ago, I JUST KNEW that I could inspire them to do their work! What a joke. And really, why should they listen to me when I tell them to be responsible and put forth even a tiny bit of effort? Since kindergarten they've been told how special they are, how its not their fault when they act out in class because it's some crazy new disorder made up last week that caused the outburst, how its not their fault when they fail because their parents are divorced, or they're still getting over the horrors of getting in a fender bender at McDonalds three years ago, and the stress from those situations is overwhelming. Today I was awakened to the fact that these kids are the dumbest and wimpiest kids of all time, and there is no coming back from it now. Someone will tell me that every generation feels this way about the next generation. No. This is exponential. Many will tell me to leave the profession. No. Just call me "Mr. Reality." I will inform these kids that "NO! Please! Listen to me! YOU WILL NEVER BE AN ASTRONAUT BECAUSE ASTRONAUTS DON'T GET 17s ON THEIR TESTS, THEN GO OUT IN THE HALL AND TALK ABOUT SWAG!" I will let these kids experience failure...and if I'm evil for enjoying it, then so be it. I will sleep fine tonight while everyone else scrambles around trying to figure out ways to pass failures and wonders why that grumpy Marine down the hall has so many F's in his class. Everything will collapse in a few years. The sense of entitlement all these kids wear is noticeable in athletics, college, and now the workplace. Everything will soon be infected by these special little darlings we are pushing through.