Ugh

 My BYU practicum student taught math yesterday.  We talked about it afterward and she said, "That was awful!"  I told her that it wasn't.  The kids were a little nuts.  I conceded it wasn't her best lesson yet, but I still maintained that the kids were part of the issue.

Then I taught all afternoon and the crazy only intensified.  I don't know what it was.  They were at once spacey, droopy and hyper.  How is that a thing?

After recess girls came in crying and I briefly tried to unravel the girl drama, but I decided I didn't have the emotional fortitude for it.

I left one girl at my desk to cry it out until she was ready to rejoin the class.

Some days are just like that.