Do you know this phrase? This is what I heard today in a small breakfast place my hubby and I go to once a week or so.
An old timer who is always there in the mornings got his plate of food from Maris (the waitress), and he dug in. When he took a bite of one of the links, he said, "Dammit, there's no sizzle in this sausage!"
And all it made me think about were my own students.
They don't come to the table with any spark. They've got no sizzle, no life. They come in like they're being herded into a slaughterhouse. Their heads hang down. They mumble when they talk. Their eyes are dark or vacant - or sometimes - closed.
I feel as though I'm teaching in a crypt, not a classroom. I sometimes just want to bring a starter's pistol into the room to at least get their blood pressure up with a quick blast of something. Maybe an air horn is less likely to get me canned.
But I ate my breakfast and instead of just enjoying my honey and my huevos, instead I thought about my classes for the day. No sizzle.
So what do I do? What do we do? I know we've got lots of complaints. But what's next if I want to DO something about this?