Trying to communicate

Clumps of raw emotion

Stories that can’t be told

Mind numbing self-preservation

Calls to my husband,“Just cheer me up.  I can’t talk about what is going on today.”

Dreams… expectations… disappointments

Trying to understand the real message screaming to be heard between the lines

Meetings with children services

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I wish I could take them home.

Say what?

Things overheard so far this week that have made me smile…
“You always help a lady up off the ground.” Said by a first grader after a student ran into a teacher and knocked her down.
“There are better ways to communicate.  The growling will stop.”  Said by a teacher when two first graders both wanted the last swing available.
“Really, boogers probably aren’t protein.  I don’t care what your mother told you.” Said by a 3rd grader after a fellow student grossed out his table in the lunchroom.
“Come on!  Ms. Teacher just told us to sit on the ass fart.”  Said by a Kindergartener when they were getting ready for an activity outside and had to sit on the asphalt drive.

Waving the white flag

While I fully recognize there is a full moon out there, I’m not afraid.  After the rollercoaster that has been this past week, there isn’t much more ground to cover.  Besides, I’m a little numb inside.

With my assistant principal out for three days, I’ve run the ship alone.  With so many events crammed into each day, my response to Mr. Strong’s question of what happened today has been a succinct “nothing.”

Actually, there are approximately 42 stories for me to tell you since we last spoke though I’m still grappling with finding a humorous view.  At least a lice outbreak is funny, right? But where is the humor when a parent hurts a child and DFACS removes children from the home.  And I’m not laughing at all at the irate parent who secretly recorded a meeting we had and is now threatening to sue because we are “picking” on her child.  Though I probably should be laughing at the parent who won’t work on sight words with her child but will stop and spend time to write a scathing email to me about the kids not getting outside recess one day when the playground was still super muddy from all the rain.

The good news is that home is sane calm still the same.  And Miss Poopy continues to earn her rent by cleaning the dishes.

Warmer weather and hot heads

Maybe it is the weather front which brought in the warmer weather.  Maybe it is a conspiracy.  Maybe it is an issue with alien possession.

Whatever it is, here are a few snippets of conversations from the past couple of days.

To a student: “I’m sorry you were mad at the lunchroom monitor.  That doesn’t give you a reason to raise your fists to your teacher when you got back to class.”  (And no need to keep telling me how much you hate school.  We got the message down pat from the first day you arrived.  I just wish I could help you with all your anger.)

To a parent: “As a matter of fact, you are right.  I do want you to leave.  This meeting is obviously not working to resolve anything so we’ll just see you next week when you can bring your child back to school.” (While meeting with an irate parent who doesn’t see a problem with children showing disrespect to others… and I have no idea where the child learned this behavior…but the child will get to hang with Mama Attitude for a couple of days now.)

To a student: “So, do you like sitting in poopy pants?”  (After the child got mad at his teacher [again!] and announced he was going to crap himself – and he did… which makes me wonder how he can crap at will… and reminds me to be thankful we only have 78 more days with the willful crapper.)

To a parent: “Well, hello to you and Brown Betty!”  (Brown Betty is a brown belt who has magical powers in fixing attitudes.)

To a student: “It is never okay to tell a girl you want to push your pee pee against her butt.”  (Well…. one day it might be okay.  But never in school.  And this conversation is making me uncomfortable.  Why, look!  A bunny!)

To a parent: “I understand the traffic is bad today but please don’t yell at my teachers on duty.  We don’t have any control over the traffic.”  (Um… were you trying to go for Road Rage Poster Parent of the Year?)

Is it Friday yet? 

Lessons learned… so far

As I’ve been training for an upcoming half marathon, I’ve actually started to enjoy my long run days.  I like the feeling of running at a slow comfortable pace without worrying about time.  Plus, I get to see my town in a different way than I do when cruising by in a car. 

Along the way, I’ve learned some important lessons:

• It doesn’t matter that I look like a complete moron, it is important to pull my short hair back out of my eyes.
• Getting away from everything has a cathartic feel.  This is my only real alone time.
• I now have proof that I’m not a witch - and apparently, I’m not all that sweet – as nothing happens to me when it rains.
• The *seedier* parts of town have really entertaining things on the ground.  How does a magenta, flowery bra end up in the road?  And used condoms?
• Splashing water from a water bottle scares away most dogs.
• There are a lot of idiot drivers who apparently got their license from a cereal box out on the road.
• Despite what most people told me, I do NOT crave salad and other healthy foods while running.  I do; however, think a lot about Doritos, hamburgers, and bread pudding.
• The shuffle feature on my iPod is awesome and makes it feel completely natural to follow a Smithereens’ song with one by Otis Redding.
• Stick with a bland breakfast.  No more jalapenos with my eggs on the morning of my long run.  This is an important one.  And I probably need to send an apology to the dude who has the nice yard where I herked a little.

So, there. I really am getting ready for that Princess Marathon at Disney in March.  Now I need some ideas for how to decorate my shirt for the big event.  Any suggestions?

Love one another

Pain and affliction fill the air

I feel helpless and undeserving

Why should I have these comforts

When others have none?

I’ll give. I’ll pray.

Will you do the same?

Unless you live under a rock, you've heard about the tragedy in Haiti. My heart breaks for the people there. Please consider giving in some way, shape or form. There are many agencies and churches out there who are collecting money and donations. Even my students are bringing in their change for us to donate to the Red Cross. You don't want to be showed up by elementary students, do you?

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Harvesting happy thoughts

After much anticipation and worry, the governor of Georgia has finally made the announcement.  There will be three more furlough days for educators on top of the three we’ve already had.  And I can count!  Three plus three equals six!  No need to question my credentials.

Still, I’m thankful I have my a job.  And now, I’m officially broke.

We got a new student a couple of weeks ago.  Mr. Smiley is adorable.  And very busy.  And incredibly below grade level.  Yes, you can be below grade level in Kindergarten.  Mr. Smiley smiles all. the. time.  Even whilst crying in the sugar seat in my office after threatening to hit a girl on the butt.

I think I love him.  And the teacher is now calling him my boy.  Should I let my husband know?

Finally, the weather gods remembered that we live in the deep south and slowly thawed the freeze we’ve been under for the past three weeks.  Morning duty will become enjoyable again.  Though I still have my eye on you, Mrs. Pissed at the World.  And you better never try to drive off while kids are still getting out of cars.  Cuz I’m itching to ban you and your crappy attitude from the campus.  Forever. 

And while morning car duty is fun, it doesn’t hold a candle to afternoon car duty.  Buh bye!  Have a great long weekend!  I am so out of here!