Bad. The only word I can think of to describe my students' behavior this past week and a half is bad. All of a sudden my respectful, quick, amazing students cannot shut their little mouths.

They just want to talk. Talk to each other. Talk about each other. Talk while I'm talking. Talk. Talk loudly. Talk about nothing. Talk about how someone needs to stop talking. Talk. We need to have another talk about this? Really?

They have been bad. It does not matter if my lesson is incredibly easy, rigorous, fun, or boring. Talk.

Although I grow extremely frustrated with them, and them with me, I do not regret my decision to teach for a third year next year. And even though I hate them sometimes, I love them still.