One of the little guys, making pancakes.
Damn, this 3-day week was long.
My new kid is not "O", but he's no charmer. Rather belligerent and whiny, actually. He became acquainted with the steely side of Miz S today.
Oh hell NO you will not be running and jumping down the stairs, all 90 pounds, when I've got a line of little 40-pounders ahead of you.
I worry about the line of kids toppling, like dominoes. And goddammit, I'm the teacher, and I say you have to hold the railing and walk.
I'm looking forward to crushing his spirit.
Why are kids so damn big these days, anyway? Naturally, that's a rhetorical question.
Today was actually a good day. I felt like a teacher again instead of some imposter bumbling around the classroom. It's funny, somehow when the kids come back after winter break they seem a little older. I feel a renewed sense of hope that I might be able to get them ready for 2nd grade.
There is a long, tedious story associated with Thursday that involves an important file that I was asked to locate WHILE I WAS TEACHING and that's just not right, people. And I couldn't find it, BECAUSE I WAS TEACHING. Well, also because my organizational system had suffered in the weeks right before Christmas. And dammit, I found the file as soon as my kids had left the classroom for Music and I had 5 minutes to deconstruct a tottering stack of crap in my closet. But I still felt like a disorganized failure, because everything is always all about me and my shortcomings. *sob*
Anyway, that's the short version of the story. You're welcome.
I hope you all have a good weekend. My plans involve reading, relaxing, exercising, visiting Amanda (who is doing much better, although still in the nursing home), and going into work on Sunday to get ready for the week. I will try hard not to complain about it.