Ahhhh....snow.....
So hard to remember that we have to go to school tomorrow.
But, we won't have to shovel off our cars! Yippee!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
flashback
It's a bad sign when the first thing you remember about the morning is your husband's groggy voice saying, "Ummm...honey?"
I looked over at the clock, and it read 8:03 - EIGHT-FREAKIN'-OH-THREE!!!
For the record, I have to be at school by 8:20 at the latest, and, though very close, my school is still 10 minutes away. YIPES!
Luckily, the alarm clock is purposefully set a bit fast so that, in the event of an emergency, maximum adrenaline-fueled potential can be reached as quickly as possible.
Boy, did it work this morning! I made it to school by 8:15...thanks mostly to the fact that it was really 7:55 (still safely in the 7s!), not 8:03 when I woke up. That, and I got rid of all the non-essentials in my morning routine: showering...blow-drying...finding socks...It was a day that was best spent with oblivious six year olds, rather than hyper-critical 10 year olds.
Phew. We all made it through...all but one, really...I, once again, don't want to go into excruciating details, but suffice it to say that the crack team of administrators and special education teachers (one in the number of all these pros being trained in physical restraint) descended on my room en masse, and central office already knows my name (after just 62 short days in my new district! Go me! Hey...I just realized that the year is just over 1/3 done...hence the report cards, I guess.).
Appropriately enough, our ILA focus for the day was identifying characters' emotions. We read Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, which always makes me happy, and we all wrote our own stories based on Alexander's...ours had an added page about what you can do to make yourself feel better after a day like that...sadly, the main target of all this (humming) feelings, nothin' more than feelings type instruction had already been whisked away by the time we got this up and running. Sigh. Won't hurt the rest of 'em though! Some favorite excerpts from my students' terrible (etc.) days: my dad ate my candy bar; I came out of the bathroom, and my class was gone; I had a bad hair day; my brother gave me a wedgie (ha!)... and their ideas for feeling better weren't to shabby either (although our demonstrations of a friendly pat on the back got a little out of control...but made for a nice segue into our science lesson on two types of forces: pushes and pulls.).
Argh. So, now I have another meeting scheduled about my explosive-ish kiddo...tomorrow features one at 9:00 and one at 10:45...both about the same kid...everyone seems baffled.
He never did this last year.
'Course not. All me. So sorry.
I looked over at the clock, and it read 8:03 - EIGHT-FREAKIN'-OH-THREE!!!
For the record, I have to be at school by 8:20 at the latest, and, though very close, my school is still 10 minutes away. YIPES!
Luckily, the alarm clock is purposefully set a bit fast so that, in the event of an emergency, maximum adrenaline-fueled potential can be reached as quickly as possible.
Boy, did it work this morning! I made it to school by 8:15...thanks mostly to the fact that it was really 7:55 (still safely in the 7s!), not 8:03 when I woke up. That, and I got rid of all the non-essentials in my morning routine: showering...blow-drying...finding socks...It was a day that was best spent with oblivious six year olds, rather than hyper-critical 10 year olds.
Phew. We all made it through...all but one, really...I, once again, don't want to go into excruciating details, but suffice it to say that the crack team of administrators and special education teachers (one in the number of all these pros being trained in physical restraint) descended on my room en masse, and central office already knows my name (after just 62 short days in my new district! Go me! Hey...I just realized that the year is just over 1/3 done...hence the report cards, I guess.).
Appropriately enough, our ILA focus for the day was identifying characters' emotions. We read Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, which always makes me happy, and we all wrote our own stories based on Alexander's...ours had an added page about what you can do to make yourself feel better after a day like that...sadly, the main target of all this (humming) feelings, nothin' more than feelings type instruction had already been whisked away by the time we got this up and running. Sigh. Won't hurt the rest of 'em though! Some favorite excerpts from my students' terrible (etc.) days: my dad ate my candy bar; I came out of the bathroom, and my class was gone; I had a bad hair day; my brother gave me a wedgie (ha!)... and their ideas for feeling better weren't to shabby either (although our demonstrations of a friendly pat on the back got a little out of control...but made for a nice segue into our science lesson on two types of forces: pushes and pulls.).
Argh. So, now I have another meeting scheduled about my explosive-ish kiddo...tomorrow features one at 9:00 and one at 10:45...both about the same kid...everyone seems baffled.
He never did this last year.
'Course not. All me. So sorry.
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