When you’re sliding into first and you’re feelin’ something burst…
I have so much to write about, it’s not even funny. So this first post o’ the evening will be dedicated to the monolith that has been dominating my life for approximately 60 hours this week: School.
Last night was Parent Night, where I get to tell the parents Everything They Ever Wanted to Know About Second Grade, and Never Hesitated to Ask (About)*. My time limit was 30 minutes, and of course I took 34 minutes, and I CRAMMED. I never knew I could talk so much. Shout out to my classroom computer, for running iPhoto and Keynote without skipping a beat. Last year, the parents had a lot of questions. This year, nothing. I think they were as overwhelmed by the information as I was in giving it to them. I thought it went well, but who knows? I’m sure I’ll find out as we ease on down the road.
After surviving the first 2 and a half days of the year, I am walking around in state of catatonia , one thought running through my head…
“Where’s my honeymoon phase? Where’s my honeymoon phase? Where’s my honeymoon phase?”
A honeymoon phase for school means you can expect students to be on their best behavior for at least the beginning of the year, usually three weeks, before they feel comfortable enough to let their personalities (read: neuroses) out onto the playground and into the classroom.
Oh no. I got a day. One tiny little day before I was lied to, abandoned, and putting people on the wall for recess. People, it’s Day Three, not WEEK Three.
Today I had a student who went home for lunch (which they are allowed to do.) I didn’t think anything of it because the student was back in class after lunch, no problemo. My boss (you know, the PRINCIPAL) came in and called me over. I put James Brown in charge and went to talk to her. She told me the mother was quite suprised when her little cherub showed up at home for lunch, considering she didn’t know he was coming. Ouch. So this young pup now has to have a note from Mom any time he is supposed to *actually* go home for lunch. And then I put the student aside and HE LIED. Gentle readers, believe it or not, I really don’t get too upset with the little ‘uns, because they’re still learning. I have much less patience for grown-ups because I know that they should have had at least seven teachers that taught them right from wrong. I eventually got the true story from him, but then at recess I had to put him on the wall for throwing a ball at someone’s face, which he admitted to readily. So that happened.
This class is FULL of personality, and I truly enjoy them. Now I just need to work on how to channel it into something productive, instead of some of the destructive behaviors that I’m worried about. Again it’s only been 2 and a half days, so obviously I don’t know how it’s going to play out, and I don’t know enough about them. I just want to KNOW:
WHERE’S MY HONEYMOON PHASE?
* Don’t end sentences with prepositions.
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