Well, I was in a hurry this morning. Those of you with naturally curly hair will understand that there was no point in doing my hair today with a thunderstorm outside. However, I decided that I needed to look like I had made some sort of attempt, and so I quickly put some gel in it as I was leaving. This proved to be a bad plan, but by the time I saw my reflection, I was at the school. School employees aren't supposed to look like their appearance is bothering them. Sadly, I didn't have any sort of break to sneak away and mess with it.
So, to start off, I had embarrassing hair.
K had a great morning, but was a little restless in math. That is also the class where two of her classmates openly (although they give themselves credit for great stealth) mock her, and laugh at her. To clarify: they giggle when she speaks, and occasionally use a mimicking face or voice quietly to each other, but during class. Although they are not addressing her, this qualifies as bullying under the school rules. To hell with that, it counts as RUDE in MY book. After carefully checking my position with the true authorities of the school, today I had reason to say to one of them, "You might not know this, but I am authorized to write you up if I suspect you are mocking my student."
I also gave the names of both girls to the counselor.
My reason for being with the counselor was that M pitched a fit straight off in P.E. because he didn't get assigned to the game he wanted to play. I happen to know that the coach does this on purpose. If M complains, he doesn't get what he wants. If he behaves, he gets put in the group he likes. The fit was so disruptive, that I decided not to deal with it. I gave him his Last Chance. Those who deal with me will learn quickly to heed those words. As per usual, M ignored his warning, and then when it looked like I was serious (I assure you I was), he tried to back-pedal and agreed to do as he was told. Only it was too late. First we left the room. When he still didn't stop his fit, we went to the counselor. His fit lasted the entire period. When we went back, he pitched a new fit because there wasn't time to play anything. At this point, I was nearly killed by a really terrific soccer goal attempt. I deflected it with my hand, but it made such a loud sound!!! I digress... M was also taken out of the room several times in music. It's a shame he didn't participate. Singing does wonderful things physiologically to a stressed out person. Deep breathing is wonderful. He wants mainly to dwell on the thing that he didn't like, that he feels happened TO him (we all know that this was caused by his own choice, but shall ignore that for the present) instead of moving on and preparing (with "good choices) to be fit for the next event. Long day.
I am dreading tomorrow. I will be working all day, and I don't know if the other little girl will start with a clean slate or a grudge based on our last encounter. M has made me paranoid!
We DID do the movement drill last night. I had hoped it would give me energy...instead it made me really tired.
By the way, that reminds me. I need to watch Juugo Ya and remember how my part goes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNd6AyOJxgE&list=UUWWD3ckPP-84R7dJY-P9nEA&index=34 (Can you see me?)
At least I know that the kids are having a great day. Grant, for instance, has been excited for a week because they get to dissect a sheep brain today. Yes, in second grade. He wore a red shirt, especially. I will try not to think about that too much. I think Abbie's softball practice is going to be cancelled because of mud, but I haven't actually heard at this point. I wouldn't mind, to be honest. So much to get done here.
That reminds me. I have less than an hour to relax. (Originally I had said "nap" but I don't see it happening.)
Off I go! Have a wonderful Wednesday.
No comments:
Post a Comment