School days, at least. A Sunday, two school days, and then WednesdayThursdayFridaySaturdaySunday goodness. Thursday night to the beach -- Oh, my refuge, how I have missed you. Oh, beach, how I hope and dream that I might be so blessed to spend two months with you this summer....But I bet it's someone else's turn.
School is still plugging along, with kids who talk back every change they get and complain about the tiniest things. I wish I could love on these little kids, because they clearly need it, but with so many behavior issues to "handle", there seems to be no time for being nice. That may be the hardest part of the year for me -- no time to be nice, no time to be relaxed, no time to just feel at ease doing the teacher thing this year. What is making this year feel so long is that I am always stressed -- always wondering which kid will go off next, and exactly how, and what I'm supposed to do in response...
For the kid who likes to throw stuff, my team teacher and I have devised a system -- before he starts throwing stuff, but is obviously getting to that point, we each send a stapler by student to the other. This way, the student doesn't have to see us making the phone call to the office that someone needs to come and remove him -- hopefully letting us evade the actual desk throwing and also teaching the kid to stop a little sooner, to have a time out, and to calm himself back down. It's nice when the administrator just shows up.
Me hace tener ganas de preguntarle a mi mama de como era mi hermano cuando el era chico. Yo se que mi hermano tuvo varios problemas con su comportamiento en la escuela, y me gustaria saber que estuvo pensando ella durante todas las reuniones con las maestras, escuchando que su hijo tuvo algun problema, y tambien quiero que ella admite el sentimiento de incapacidad que uno se siente cuando no hay forma de ayudar a un niño. A la vez, me da mucha pena, porque no creo que ningun padre debe sentirse tan incapaz con su propio hijo.
*** brief pause as sweet hubby distracts me entirely from the computer***
Ah, and now, here we are, two days later... or three...
and only one school day left to go before the break. It was a good one, today, not too much going on, and I even managed to give my group extra recess because they walked so quietly in line that I didn't have to correct anyone on the way to or from lunch and recess....Sure, the afternoon was a little bit chaotic, after that, but I think in general they liked it. And they will have a nice, very nice, substitute lady, and they will be mean to her, and I will pray and pray and pray that she will come back for me in December when I have my next long meeting.
I had the extra blessing of a good friend coming into town unexpectedly for a quick visit, which then got extended, over the weekend. There is hardly anything I like more than having friends visit -- I LOVE having people visit. I love the catching up, the excuses of not doing real work, the relaxing and laughter and fun. I'm so glad that one of my adopted daughters came to spend a few nights at our house this weekend.
And I'm excited about Wednesday morning Thanksgiving cookie making with my mom and my sister -- good times to be had by all. But first, a long day of meetings tomorrow. But not a long day of trying to control the volume on a crowd of 8 and 9 year olds about to be out of school for three extra days....
School is still plugging along, with kids who talk back every change they get and complain about the tiniest things. I wish I could love on these little kids, because they clearly need it, but with so many behavior issues to "handle", there seems to be no time for being nice. That may be the hardest part of the year for me -- no time to be nice, no time to be relaxed, no time to just feel at ease doing the teacher thing this year. What is making this year feel so long is that I am always stressed -- always wondering which kid will go off next, and exactly how, and what I'm supposed to do in response...
For the kid who likes to throw stuff, my team teacher and I have devised a system -- before he starts throwing stuff, but is obviously getting to that point, we each send a stapler by student to the other. This way, the student doesn't have to see us making the phone call to the office that someone needs to come and remove him -- hopefully letting us evade the actual desk throwing and also teaching the kid to stop a little sooner, to have a time out, and to calm himself back down. It's nice when the administrator just shows up.
Me hace tener ganas de preguntarle a mi mama de como era mi hermano cuando el era chico. Yo se que mi hermano tuvo varios problemas con su comportamiento en la escuela, y me gustaria saber que estuvo pensando ella durante todas las reuniones con las maestras, escuchando que su hijo tuvo algun problema, y tambien quiero que ella admite el sentimiento de incapacidad que uno se siente cuando no hay forma de ayudar a un niño. A la vez, me da mucha pena, porque no creo que ningun padre debe sentirse tan incapaz con su propio hijo.
*** brief pause as sweet hubby distracts me entirely from the computer***
Ah, and now, here we are, two days later... or three...
and only one school day left to go before the break. It was a good one, today, not too much going on, and I even managed to give my group extra recess because they walked so quietly in line that I didn't have to correct anyone on the way to or from lunch and recess....Sure, the afternoon was a little bit chaotic, after that, but I think in general they liked it. And they will have a nice, very nice, substitute lady, and they will be mean to her, and I will pray and pray and pray that she will come back for me in December when I have my next long meeting.
I had the extra blessing of a good friend coming into town unexpectedly for a quick visit, which then got extended, over the weekend. There is hardly anything I like more than having friends visit -- I LOVE having people visit. I love the catching up, the excuses of not doing real work, the relaxing and laughter and fun. I'm so glad that one of my adopted daughters came to spend a few nights at our house this weekend.
And I'm excited about Wednesday morning Thanksgiving cookie making with my mom and my sister -- good times to be had by all. But first, a long day of meetings tomorrow. But not a long day of trying to control the volume on a crowd of 8 and 9 year olds about to be out of school for three extra days....
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