Honest Lesson Plan Titles

Honest Lesson Plan Titles




Most everyone knows that before I became a stay at home dad, I was a Special Ed teacher for about 5 years. My teaching experience was very unique, to say the least. I taught in the Special Ed department at Bryan High School in Bryan, TX. The unit I worked in was called the Adaptive Behavior Unit. For the most part my students could not handle a traditional classroom for one reason or another. Most of them stayed in one classroom with us to do their school work. They were labeled emotionally disturbed, personality disorders, schizophrenia, bi-polar, … They usually had to earn their way back into traditional classrooms. It was our job to modify their behavior.

To put it in short, I taught teenagers that were in and out of jail or mental institutions. Not all of them, but most of them.

My job was to teach them Health, PE, along with general life and study skills. To be honest, that was the least of my job. I spent the majority of my time teaching them how to not act and speak like crazy people. I always wanted to turn in lesson plans that could describe and give a good Idea of the kinds of conversations I used to have with my kids. So just for fun, here are some honest lesson plan titles to let you know just how crazy it was.


  • Stabbing people, and why it’s not ok.

  • Is it better to work and earn your money or live off your “crazy check” for the rest of your life? (My kids lovingly called their disability check their crazy check.)

  • Deciding between eating for the week or having the new Jordan’s.

  • People might look at you crazy if:

    • You ask if Radio Shack has the parts to build a short range missile

    • You talk about seeing blood on the computer screen

    • You talk about needing good ninja training

    • You truly believe that the characters on Stargate and the spaceship actually exist.

  • Are you sure you want to live with your crack addicted mother, and not your nice uncle with a regular job?

  • Reading, it’s not just for white folks who go to college.

  • Cops: Here to ruin your day, or protect me from you?

  • Seriously, keep your clothes on.

  • People who wear a uniform: Police, military, thugs, athletes, firemen, slutty girls, bums, Storm Troopers, waiters…..Which one are you, and is it fair to judge your actions based on how you wear your uniform?

  • Smoking weed during lunch and why you shouldn’t do that.

  • If you want to be a rapper, you might want to learn to read.

  • I am not a snitch, I am the teacher.

  • Good hygiene: it’s not optional.

  • Why you should stop masturbating and having sex in public places. In fact, lets start keeping our pants on around other people all together.

  • No, these are not your personal computers for you to watch porn. And please put that away.

  • Curse words. If you can’t spell it, you can’t use it.

As you can see, I had my work cut out for me. This may not seem very politically correct either. Truth be told, my students were pretty street savvy. They took things at face value and didn’t go for any politically correct garbage. Honesty was all they understood. They could sniff out a lie from a mile away. I figured, if they are going to be brutally honest about their lives, feelings, and what was on their mind, I owed it to them to be the same way back.

I never thought of myself as a very good teacher. I hated lesson plans and grading. However, I thought I was pretty good at just being around the kids. They just needed someone to have their back. Some had good parents, but most of them were awful. Some of these had experienced things that normal people only see in their worst nightmares.

My five years of teaching taught me a lot about compassion and understanding. I was always willing to listen and tried to understand where my students were coming from when they acted out. I also felt having a good sense of humor and being brutally honest helped me to connect with them on a different level. Most people in society would want to cast these kids aside. They needed someone to look out for them, and try to teach them some sense of how to act. These kids could drive me up the walls sometimes. But if they were in a jam or somebody was treating them wrong, I always felt it was my job to step in for them.

If anything, I was an underpaid, glorified babysitter. Most days, I loved my job. Other days, I thought I was going to lose my mind. In the end, I was completely burned out, but my hope was that I was able to influence these kids future in a positive direction. Hopefully I planted enough seeds of reason that one day it will all come together for them.


“I must be crazy to be in a loony bin like this.”

Jack Nicholson- One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest


  1. Had to share this with my teaching friends. Some schools are just this way and the kids are in the mainstream. Have a friend who has been assaulted twice at her school, however, she teaches because she cares so she stays (and has learned martial arts to protect herself without harming anyone). Always appreciate all the hard work teachers do and the efforts to truly help the kids learn in any environment. The kids who have the issues you mention are the ones who need it the most — thank you for the five years you gave to them. Now your own children are benefiting from your love and care.

    • She sounds like a great teacher, and she was smart to learn self defense. I was assaulted several times myself. In fact, My burn out started when I was assaulted by a student and they suspended me instead of him.

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