I will be the first to day that I don't know everything there is to know about teaching. BUT... I do know a lot! Here is what I know:
-I know all of my students names. (SCORE!)
-I know which students pretend to be deathly sick when they are required to think.
-I know which student spends an incredible amount of time in the bathroom to get out of doing work.
-I know which student is most likely to blurt out anything at anytime.
-I know that the student in the back of the class is most likely making Transformer gear out of paper scraps instead of doing assignments.
-I know 2nd grade is freaking awesome and I love my 21 new friends.
AND...
-I know it is not the girls in my class spreading poop all over the toilet during bathroom break.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Week Dos
I made it past week one... sort of. The kids are awesome. I almost know all of their names. My birthday was Tuesday so I received a bazillion (yes, a bazillion) bithday cards made out of notebook paper. But now my official end date is May 4th. Thank you kindergartener that blew in my face.
Tuesday- I had a terrible headache. Shrug it off. I'm a trooper, I can do this! Wednesday- I had to observe a kindergarten classroom and a child blew in my face. That evening at a textbook meeting thingy I started feeling sick and not because it was snowing. I thought it was probably because I was just hungry so I went to work for about an hour and crunched on mints. After feeling worse, I went home and waited on Mr. D to bring dinner. 8:00pm- I was tired of waiting so I went to bed. At 9:30, dinner arrives and I try to eat a french fry from Cotton Patch. I LOVE THEM. I couldn't do it. I tried. Nope. I was freezing and shaking and sickly. Poor me. Mr. D (who I'm sure thought I was being dramatic) put me to bed and tried to get me warm. Overly long story short- I was sick. I couldn't keep anything down and missed two days of school AND a Saturday.
Friday night Oliver ran out the door chasing my parent's cat. We looked for him for 3 hours until it got dark. We had to give up. I cried. A LOT. I thought he was a goner. Saturday morning we got up bright and early to look for him again. My dad found him at the Humane Society. Someone called in at midnight thinking he had been ran over or hurt. He was laying on the side of the street around the corner and a block down from my house. THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU to my local Humane Society for taking care of him. And many thanks to the person who cared enough to call them. Many people might have simply driven by and not thought much about it. You are my hero! My biggest fear was that he was hurt or someone had him and was planning on keeping him. Oliver is home safe now. End of story.
Tuesday- I had a terrible headache. Shrug it off. I'm a trooper, I can do this! Wednesday- I had to observe a kindergarten classroom and a child blew in my face. That evening at a textbook meeting thingy I started feeling sick and not because it was snowing. I thought it was probably because I was just hungry so I went to work for about an hour and crunched on mints. After feeling worse, I went home and waited on Mr. D to bring dinner. 8:00pm- I was tired of waiting so I went to bed. At 9:30, dinner arrives and I try to eat a french fry from Cotton Patch. I LOVE THEM. I couldn't do it. I tried. Nope. I was freezing and shaking and sickly. Poor me. Mr. D (who I'm sure thought I was being dramatic) put me to bed and tried to get me warm. Overly long story short- I was sick. I couldn't keep anything down and missed two days of school AND a Saturday.
Friday night Oliver ran out the door chasing my parent's cat. We looked for him for 3 hours until it got dark. We had to give up. I cried. A LOT. I thought he was a goner. Saturday morning we got up bright and early to look for him again. My dad found him at the Humane Society. Someone called in at midnight thinking he had been ran over or hurt. He was laying on the side of the street around the corner and a block down from my house. THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU to my local Humane Society for taking care of him. And many thanks to the person who cared enough to call them. Many people might have simply driven by and not thought much about it. You are my hero! My biggest fear was that he was hurt or someone had him and was planning on keeping him. Oliver is home safe now. End of story.
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