Happy Christmas!

Third Classroom...

My third classroom…

I taught Shakespeare.

I was fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen-years-old.

My classroom was chaotic and stunk of school lunches.

Once again, the ‘weird’ kid was the center of attention.

Seriously though, how hard is it to read the footnotes?

They hold the keys to the wonders of the world!

Oh Dear...

“Give me your phone number!”

It does not seem to matter to her that she is six and I am…not.

Yes, I started my teaching journey rather late…

Secretarial work just wasn’t cutting it anymore…

Again, it didn’t matter to her that I am several years older…

I am the ‘fun’ teacher…the ‘nice’ teacher…the ‘pretty’ teacher.

What I lack in classroom management (since this is my first year), I make up for in enthusiasm, kindness, creativity, subject knowledge, and yes…fun.

This was not fun…

I had to leave a note with her ‘every day teacher’ that little girl insisted that I give her my cell phone number.

I did not, for the record…

I am weird and admittedly a little immature, not predatory!

Okay, I am Mad…

As a teacher, my discipline is lacking…

So long as the students respect each other and do their work I’m fine with some of their shenanigans.

But

I

Do

Not

Tolerate

Bullying

Unfortunately, I failed one of my students…figuratively, not literally…

She has an IEP…

She struggles in math…

Theory says that I should pair her with a more capable student…

Theory neglects to say that I should make sure that the ‘capable’ student will HELP her instead of insulting her intelligence to her face.

She has been a no-show at summer school for a full week…

Gee, I wonder why…

The only time this was brought to my attention was when my ‘capable’ student insulted her intelligence in front of the whole class…

She hasn’t been back since, and no, she’s not on vacation.

Now, I am a new teacher so if there’s a ‘sixth sense’ that one develops after years of practice I have yet to develop it.

I am also VERY hard on myself.

I feel as though I have neglected to protect and empower her…

I can only hope that things improve for her as she repeats 3rd grade next year…

I’m so sorry sweetheart…

Contaminated Gifts...

Booger cookies are

A very thoughtful gift, dear

I think I’ll pass.

Summer School...

Summer school starts now.

I already adore kids.

Mischievous ones.

Praxis Haiku

Evil Praxis test

Consuming all of my time

I want to sleep now

Swearing...

Sub psychotic rage

Blood pouring from sacred place

The pain of betrayal.

Welcome one and all <3

WRITING WEDNESDAYS

TEACHER SATURDAYS

Depression...

It’s hard to keep your head above the water when you’re drowning in your own tears...  Take that, former me who wrote horrible Goth poetry! 

BREAKING NEWS:

Normally I drive just fine but every once and a while I do something stupid, like going too fast during a rainstorm.  This was such a time.  I hit a wet patch and ended up in the grass due to a lovely combination of water, stones, and stupidity (going too fast).  I crashed into a brick column.

I am not someone who has much faith in humanity.

After all, the people directly behind me and in front of me didn’t bat an eye when I acted like a moron and said “hello” to the sign.

Well, my faith was restored today thanks to these fine people:

First a woman stopped.

Then two men (complete strangers) in separate trucks.

Then a couple stopped.  They both got out of their SUV to check on me.

Then a man stopped.

Then another man.

Then another woman.

Then a couple of guys in a big truck.  I missed the name of the company on the side.

Then an older gentleman.

That’s a total of 11 people in about an hour’s time.

Fortunately I was not injured…just slightly embarrassed and not going into work.

Now, this blog is brand new and not even Cheezbot is following me.  I just wanted to share this and acknowledge the kindness of others.  Thank you to those eleven strangers who came to check on me!  I greatly appreciated your concern! <3