A student has braces and a wire was poking him and bothering him. I had him go call his mom. She said he had an appointment on Thursday and to deal with it. She obviously 1) has never had a braces wire poking her and 2) has never tried to get a third grader to work when he has a braces wire poking him.
The student solved the problem though. He yanked the wire out. It was impressive. And a little alarming.
Another student didn't so much bring a water bottle as a plastic cup with an ill fitting lid. She filled it up and promptly spilled it all over the floor.
Another student emptied the contents of his pocket onto the floor first thing in the morning. It was full of potato chip crumbs.
Later in the day he asked to use the bathroom. When he didn't come back for a long time, I sent a student to the bathroom to check. He wasn't there. I found him in the office. He had told the secretary he needed to check out and go home.
No sir.
Another student pulled out his tooth and was straight up traumatized by the experience.
Another student had a come apart crying jag because he didn't get to go to the reading room for interventions. (Sorry kid, you read too well.)
Another student had a come apart crying jag because they had cheese pizza rather than pepperoni for lunch.
About four of them needed bandaids.
I confiscated a paper airplane, a bouncy ball, three water bottles (because they. wouldn't. stop. messing. with. them.)
In the afternoon I don't have anyone to help with the non English speakers. I type things into google translate on my phone and both boys giggle when I have them listen to it. Are they giggling because it is nonsensical or are they giggling because the disembodied voice telling them what to do is inherently bizarre to them?
I have no idea.
The new teacher is starting on Thursday. That won't take the crazy out of third grade but it will reduce it by 12 students.
I.
Will.
Take.
It.
1 comment:
Teacher is capitalized because you are doing a CAPITAL job! Hang in there--Thursday's coming!
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