It has been super hot and muggy around these parts and the West Nile filled mosquitoes are out in full force. They sprayed the school with the giant pond with no fence so I guess we are safe now. But in full disclosure, I'm still scared to go outside. Killer mosquitoes are only going to contribute to my hermit ways.
I was looking through the referring papers from last year's teachers and came across this:
It's never a good sign when pertinent information either won't fit on six lines or is too complicated/sensitive to put on paper.
So far only two kids (from my class) have cried which I think might be a record. Luckily, I don't have recess duty this year so I think that will save me from appearing sympathetic to a lot of tears. (I don't have a totally black heart but I couldn't care less that you're crying because you got out in four square.)
What else, what else? Some eight year olds can be fresh. Student I (not mine) was disrupting class and the following conversation ensued:
Teacher: I need to speak to you in the hallway.
Student I: That won't be possible.
Teacher: (giving THE LOOK) Then I guess it won't be possible for you to go to recess.
We weren't that sassy or entitled when we were little...right?
Although to be fair, Student I comes from a family that explained away his constant drumming by saying he has the music in him and who justified a disruptive outburst by saying that he was having an out of body experience. I kid you not.
I love my job.
I love my job.
I love my job.
oh boy. gotta love parents like that. super.
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