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Wednesday, March 16th, 2005 09:31 am
http://www.livejournal.com/users/theferrett/466248.html

holy SHIT.

there are no words for how much I bless my HS right now.

no.

fucking.

words.
Wednesday, March 16th, 2005 11:12 am (UTC)
Over here it was something like 30+ kids in one class (who had all their classes together), and I think in primary school (year 7 to year 14) all teachers but the gym coaches were assigned their own class - they'd get an additional period with them to make sure there were no problems etc. We had the perfect teacher in the first four years, she'd notice everything in minutes and solve it terribly smoothly. It worked the same way in secondary school (ok, more teachers didn't have their own classes since there were so many subjects), and there it helped that everyone in my school was a geek. We went with the entire class to see the first Matrix, for one...

I think the stable classes themselves might contribute to having less problems - even if there were quarrels and cliques in our class A (and there were, I even had a nemesis yay!), the moment someone from class B (or gods forbid C through E, since prestige was apparently assigned alphabetically) tried to join in on the picking, everyone would close ranks and attack them. Ostracizing didn't work that way either, since bad/ugly/stinky or not, that person was on our side.
Wednesday, March 16th, 2005 01:41 pm (UTC)
It worked the same way in secondary school

Over here, middle school is when they start the college-like class structure: you have a different set of people for a different class.

Sometimes I wonder if sex-ed class had much to do with things. It is scientifically shown that adolescent mood swings stem from changes in hormone levels, but I remember that info being presented in my school as if the kids couldn't help it in any way, as if you can't learn to control it to some extent. We're just supposed to be nasty and weepy and work it all out of our systems by the end of high school, when we magically turn into mature adults. *shrugs* I may just have an unusual school system.