It appears that 10-11 year olds must ask many questions. And they must ask the same questions and must receive their own perosnal response. It isn’t good enough to give an answer that will cover everyone. It also appears that sarcasm is lost on them. Maybe I should be more blunt. No offense to 10-11 year olds or their parents.
I feel sorry for the 7th grade. Their math is a bit dull. Today was really LOOONNGG division and a lot of it. I thought about crossing out some of the problems but then I realized I wanted them to be working hard all period, so I made them do it all. Meany. It builds character. Or makes them hate math. Whatever, it’s math class. I wonder if I will post about anything else ever again?
Some boys were mentioning to me today how they planned to obey me but not another teacher. Did they really think I wouldn’t share that info with my co teacher? Course now they will never tell me anything again.
I have survived and with flying colors I might admit. The day flew by and all the kids were well behaved. Of course it is the first day nervousness that keeps them quiet but a precedent was set and ” Did I say it was time to chat?” seems to work so far. Maybe I won’t have to be any tougher than that. (Yeah, right.) Anyway, I feel so at home in the classroom. I am so grateful that God gave me wisdom to take this on. After the difficulty I had making the decision to do it, I was a bit afraid I would not be thrilled with my decision. God is so faithful! But , you already knew that.
That is how long til mean Mrs. B checks in to 7th grade! Here we go…pray for me! I usually take a nap around 2:00 so that last hour will be interesting. I am excited though. I wonder if the kids are nervous? I hope so. They are easier to scare then. JK.
I survived teachers week and orientation night. The parents were pleasant, but then again I haven’t given any grades yet. I love the fact that I don’t have the same kids all day. The max at one sitting is 1:20 per grade…I can handle (almost) anything for that amount of time. Look out Middle School, here I come! I know my dad is in heaven chuckling at the fact that I am teaching Math. It gives me a little chuckle, too actually.
I went to see “The Island” with Jared on our anniversary and since have had some strange dreams. Last night I dreamed that Mr. Craft (a teacher/friend who passed away a couple of years ago) had bought a new cloned body and looked really great. He was thin and handsome and healthy. Weird. Cloning is a bizarre thought.
Here we are 10+ years ago. Just babies. Ahh, how the years have past…so quickly yet so full. What a good man, what a mighty good man!
Emma wanted blonde streaks in her hair. Is she too young?
This has got to be one of my favorite pictures. We had paper Darth Vader Masks at Riley’s Birthday camping trip. All the “little boys” had to try them.
