Tuesday morning my classroom was 57 degrees at the start of the day. Around 10:00, the heat started (with an actual vengeance). It kept climbing and climbing and usually I whine and complain, but I didn't because I was busy and it only got truly unbearable at the end of the day when I knew no one would do anything about it anyway.
I had a faculty meeting after school and when I got back to my room, this was the temperature.
I took a picture because I knew Riley wouldn't believe the 40 degree temperature swing.
Yesterday I showed him the picture. He looked shocked. He said, "Tell me if it starts to get too hot."
I showed the secretaries the picture. I suddenly had street cred.
I had a student whose parents brought a birthday treat for the class when they dropped him off in the morning. He started crying and wouldn't come into the class because his dad was there and "Dad's don't come to school." His mom was embarrassed and didn't know what to do. They aren't native English speakers and I tried my best to explain that dads do come to school and it is fine. She said, "Two parents are better, no?"
Definitely.
He was inconsolable and everyone was very curious and invested in the entire drama unfolding. I recommended the Wellness Room to his mom and tried to get everyone else to mind their business. She took him there and then later he came to class when math was already underway. He hid in his hoodie and then behind his hair but then he is super smart in math so he eventually started participating because he loves to answer questions.
When I broke up the class lesson for them to work independently, several boys went over and hugged him.
They can be maddeningly thoughtless but also breathtakingly sweet.
Moods swing like temperatures around there. You can count on children though.
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What sweet little boys.
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