Yesterday the jackhammers started up across the hall from my classroom. In very short order, I had a headache. It is just so awful to try to teach--or function as a person--with the assault on my ears.
I took my math lesson on the road and we decamped to an empty classroom on the opposite side of the school.
It worked OK.
We went to art and I realized that we would need to spend the day in the extra classroom. We brought our work and basic supplies.
I couldn't figure out the document camera and there was this: Teacher, I broke my pencil (there was no sharpener in the room). Teacher, I need an eraser. Teacher, can I go get my water bottle? We didn't bring the lunch cart! Will we still have recess? But what are we doing after lunch? But what about our backpacks? Teacher!
Uprooting 26 third graders who cling to a routine like it's their security blanket is a...great...move when you have a headache.
They were actually such troupers in our stint as refugees. During writing I told them they had been so good that they would get a reward.
So during phonics we watched the first 30 minutes of Wall-E. I invited the other 3rd grade classes to join us, since we were hogging the quiet room. (My room is DIRECTLY across from the bathroom where they were working. I'm not kidding that my classroom walls were vibrating from the noise.)
One of the girls in Miriam's class said, "This is a good movie choice. It's calm."
I purposely picked a movie that had hardly any dialogue for the first part we were watching.
After school, the third grade team had collaboration and we just kind of sat there, like exhausted lumps. It was such a stressful and dysregulating day and today we get to do it all over again!
We are going to do our state testing in the computer lab, which won't be great because it is in a less familiar place.
But none of this is great.
Ugh.
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I'm proud of you for going in and having a "By darn!" moment with the powers that be. (I know that was on a later post, but you made a big difference).
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