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Summer School...
Summer School...
Summer school starts now.
I already adore kids.
Mischievous ones.
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I’m Trying...
Class Rules
1. Stay quiet.
2. Look at the teacher.
3. Listen to the teacher.
4. Stay in your seat.
5. Answer questions.
Prizes
1. One good day gets you one sticker.
2. A whole week of stickers gets you a small prize.
3. A whole month of stickers gets you a bigger prize.
Punishments
1. Verbal warning and no sticker.
2. Five minutes off of recess.
3. A call home.
Signals
1. Finger to lips – Quiet!
2. Teacher points to eye – Look at teacher.
3. Teacher touches ear – Listen to teacher.
4. Push down with palm – Sit.
5. Hand up – Raise your hand to answer.
6. X with arms – STOP!
Late Post...
So sorry…
I missed my post deadline…
I was in a lot of pain yesterday.
Anyway, I really must look up how to run Tumblr automatically.
But for now, I still have a praxis to study for…
And it’s making me so anxious that I am making myself ill…
It always happens…
My stomach is killing me and I can’t eat or drink certain things without making it worse.
Like dairy, anything spicy, caffeine, sugar, citrus, etc.
Half of my normal eating habits are now off limits.
And I get to endure a full week of this since the test is next Saturday…
Joy…
Talk to Them...
“I hate it here. School is too hard. The playground is different from the one in Pennsylvania. I don’t like Delaware. I don’t like living with my grandpa. I want to live with my mom and dad but they have to fix the house so we can go back. My brother and sister and I moved down here. My baby-baby sister is with mom and dad. I want to go home.”
This ramble is brought to you by a displaced boy in first grade.
Sometimes you just have to listen and not just shove a lesson down their throat.
Not long after this, I sat with him again. We worked on his reading, which is something he hates. He still hated Delaware. He still missed his mom and dad. But he was more willing to participate and work with me. He didn’t act up or whine.
Sometimes a chat can make a world of difference.
Even if the effects only lasts two weeks before he goes back to Pennsylvania…
Tenth Classroom...
It is Summer School and too hot for a self-proclaimed lava monster to find much joy in taking her small class out for recess.
I have a mixture of English Language Learners, General education, and Special education.
Three of my students have unmediated ADHD…
I’m beginning to see myself in a whole new light…
I must have been an annoying kid to wind up on such strong ADHD meds by the time I graduated high school…
My third grade teacher apparently couldn’t put up with me being a disorganized mess. She kept begging my parents to up my dose even though my grades were A’s and B’s.
There were no ADHD experts in our area…so I get to learn this now as an adult.
I’m in my thirties and I am often mistaken for my twenties…both in physical appearance and in my mannerisms…
How embarrassing…
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…