Thursday, October 15, 2009
I have one of those students every teacher dreads, the one who has been in trouble with the law, who doesn't care about achieving, who only wants to disrupt class or fight or skip school. I'm sure there are problems at home, I'm sure he comes from a difficult environment. But that doesn't make it okay to bash someone over the head with a rock (he was involved in that big fight last year), it doesn't make it okay for him to be rude to me, it doesn't make it okay for him to yell and sing and dance around the class while everyone - I mean EVERYONE - else is working.
He started a fight yesterday morning. The principal told me he was suspended.
So why - WHY OH WHY - was he in my class yesterday??????? I checked this morning, yes, he was suspended, he's out until a parent comes in. He's supposed to go to the alternative program at another school. He needs more help than we can give him.
WHY - if he was suspended - WHY didn't he just go home? Why does he cut my class when he's supposed to be here, and then come to class when he's supposed to be home?????
I don't want him to like my class! I don't want him to like me as a teacher! Of course, then I feel guilty for feeling this way about a kid - but really, he's so disruptive and rude, the only redeeming factor is that he's strong and willing to move heavy heavy boxes of tile for me. Maybe I should make him my official tile mover.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I truly don't know where the time goes. I have work to do, at home and at school and for my after school program. I need to run around and get signatures on a grant application, and monthly grant reports. I'm firing the kiln right now (glaze firing). I just taught two classes, dealt with the mother of a truant student, have another class this afternoon. I have a dr appointment this afternoon. I stayed up too late reading a great murder mystery. I cooked dinner for DH and myself (an easy pasta and truffle cheese dish), cleaned up, Sparked while watching the news - and I still don't have enough hours in the day.
Thing is, I'm hyper-organized - a place for everything, everything in it's place - files and files, color coded and grouped by subject or origin or purpose. I don't waste time.
I just don't have enough of it for all the things I want - or need - to do.
Ah well, at least I don't eat out of boredom.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
We were in Philadelphia for my MIL's unveiling, when mourning officially ends and there's a ceremony at the cemetery (and the tombstone is unveiled, hence the name). His mother was 98 when she passed away - now DH and his brother are the older generation in the family. Well, and a bunch of cousins.
Which means there are also nieces and nephews - all in their 30s, all married. Second cousins in their 20s. Grand-nieces and grand-nephews, ranging in age from 22 months to 6 or 7 yrs old.
So I was thinking about how we slowly slide into place as the "grands" - how we barely notice that we're aging out, and the younger generation is moving into place as the "adults", as the power generation. It's just weird, I met these nieces and nephews when they were just starting college. Now they have toddlers and young children. And a puppy. I was at their weddings. I was even at one graduation.
And I'm looking at retirement in 5 years - and they'll have more toddlers, and the ones who are now toddlers will be in school.
I barely feel older than I did when I was 16. I look older, I just don't feel older. I don't think older. I've racked up the years. But my brain hasn't aged with my body.
I'll admit, though, it's fun to hang out with the little ones who are just discovering the world - I actually was corrected by little Mr 22 months, who told me that was a red SQUARE when I called it a cube, LOL!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
DH brought home a bagel and nonfat decaf latte for me. And immediately started talking about brunch. Or lunch. This is a daily event. We eat and as we eat, he's planning his next meal, or next several meals. It's no wonder I gained weight in our first year together. It's a constant struggle to NOT keep up with his eating schedule. A constant battle to NOT eat what he's eating. "No, sweetie, I don't want a burger at 380 calories a patty plus a 200 calorie bun plus half a bag of chips which will equal a day's worth of calories and a week of fat and sodium." "No, dear, I'm not baking a sour cream coffee cake this week, you and I don't need to have that in the house." "No, sweetie, tell Ben and Jerry to get out of the grocery cart. They can't come home with us."
It would be different if he were one of those men who could eat anything and stay skinny. But the man has never been skinny in his life. He and I were both built with large frames that pack on the lbs to insulate us against the frozen tundra our ancestors came from.
So even though we live in the Caribbean, our bodies store everything for later. Just in case the Ice Age hits.
We just don't need all that food. And I just don't need to have it at home, or in my face. Keep it away.
Maybe some garlic around my neck will ward it off.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
DH rented a car so he could drive to the neighboring state for his godson's football game, as long as we were in the neighborhood (Phl and Jersey, rather than being in the VI) - this morning, he and I went to deliver the car, and walk back. We get "home" and his brother tells us the company called, he forgot to leave the key.
He thinks I'M the spacey one in the family!!!!!!!!!!!!
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