OKay–
Mostly it was a totally shit day, all things considered…
I don’t want to go into it…it started with babies who didn’t want to leave me, and then I got to school and felt stupid, inadequate and detrimental to the mental health and well being of the students I love (most of them…there are a few who should get lizards in their beds, shoes, and shower sponges for their work today) and for the moment I don’t want to talk about it.
Writing is going okay–I apparently lost a lovely bit of about 6 pages during the great computer changeover, and apparently actually writing as opposed to proofing is so much more inspiring that this could be the one thing that saved my sanity. That and the pictures, which I’m importing right before I go pick Big T up from karate.
Anyway, expect a pair of socks to FO before the weekend (yee-ha…I’m beginning to seriously regreat the Great Sock Cast-On of the summer of ’07…I need some worsted weight and I need it NOW!!!) and that will make two FO’s in about two weeks and I intend to reward myself with a crocheted baby blanket and some writslets for Chicken… who, by the way, was the driving force behind the costuming in the following pictures. And as for ‘Baby Driver’? She did that all on her own… all I added was the sound track from Paul Simon (sung of course–she seat danced in time:-) and the camera.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell youi all how badly I suck at my vocation. Today, I’m toodling off singing “They call me baby-driver…”
What lovely kids! and you know, if you didn’t worry so much about the teaching, you wouldn’t care, and if you didn’t care you wouldn’t be as good.
It’s Friday. First week of school is always the hardest. Hopefully you’ll get back into the swing of things in no time.
Yes, knit something quick and easy. It will make you feel better.
Deeelightful pictures! Chicken is such a good big sister!
You are NOT a toxic teacher, Knock off that shitthink! Mistakes happen. Life goes on. OK? I assume that no one died, so whatever it was, it could have been worse. Meanwhile, your books, your children, and your fanclub prosper.
I find it hard to believe that someone as generally thoughtful as you can be a bad teacher. I firmly believe that good teachers are born and not made. It might have been a shit day, god knows it was a shit week but it is over now and we can all breathe again. And to quote Scarlett O’Hara (a personal favorite) “tomorrow is another day!” She also said “as god is my witness, I shall never go hungry again” but that didn’t seem to apply here.
my nephew used to go nuts for Ricky Martin – we would sing, or say even: shake your bon bon shake your bon bon – and he would wiggle in his car seat. This was particulairly entertaining when it was winter and he was all bundled up and could barely move.
Listen to roxie. If no one died or cried (well, I had two cry today. F&80king parents! The kiddos missed one, ONE word on a spelling test and had a complete meltdown because Daddy was going to be mad, but I digress…..) so if you ended the classes with the same number of students you started with, it was a success, not a roaring success, but a success.
Go imagine some fun and write about it so we can share.
Listen to the ladies. They are wise indeed.