I never wanted to use my blog as a way to vent or to complain about my job. But these past few weeks I think I have hit my breaking point. I try to do all the things I know you're supposed to do when you're stressed beyond stressed. I try to look at the situation in a positive way, think about how these things are only making me stronger, tell myself it's going to be okay over and over again.
It all started a few weeks ago with an experience I will never forget. I literally dealt with a banshee screaming crazy parent. Since then I have only witnessed more and more of this type of behavior from our parents at school. What is wrong with these people?! It makes me so infuriated...the rude comments, defiant actions, the yelling and screaming, the abuse, the neglect. Being a parent is one of the most precious things in life. How can they take this and turn it into something so ugly. How can they bring these children into this world and not do EVERYTHING in their power to give them the best chance, the best life they can possibly give them?
I knew that working in a place where the community is struggling daily with gang and drug abuse, homelessness, deportations...would be hard. I knew working with kids who raise themselves, are abused, don't have a winter coat, don't have food on the table...would be hard. But I never thought it would be so hard I would have moments where I didn't want to go to work the next day...moments where I wanted to give up, walk out the door and not look back...moments where I would feel so helpless.
I ended up in the district I'm in by fate. I know I'm supposed to be here or I would be somewhere else.
I wish I knew why I was where I am.
I know or at least hope that I'm making a difference in my students' lives. I guess I'll hold onto that tiny ray of hope to get me through...take each day and try to discover how I can make their lives a little better in this not so nice world.
Can you tell it's been a rough couple of weeks? I'll get off my soap box now...
My best friend is celebrating her Golden Birthday today! 25 on the 25th!
I hope you have the best day! Are you bringing cupcakes
to share with your class today? If five year olds know how to do anything, it's knowing how to celebrate someones birthday! I hope you get to do something fun today...and I can't wait to help you celebrate this weekend :)
My good friend Jamie got engaged on Valentine's Day!!
Jamie and I met our Freshman year of college. She was so nice that I asked her if she wanted to be my roommate our Sophomore year. She probably felt obligated when I turned around in class and said, "Hi! WANT TO BE MY ROOMMATE!?" but I'm so glad she said yes.
Jamie is one of the sweetest people I know. She teaches 5th grade and has a ginormous class of about 12 kids...I'm not jealous at all.
Here we are...future educators of America, well Colorado anyways
Glitter and sequins were stuck to everything in sight.
Bits of pink, purple, and white paper littered the floor.
A few Valentine's had lost their owners.
The tables were sticky with glue, frosting, and spilled juice.
The trash cans were filled high with paper plates, cups, and half eaten cupcakes.
The room had an aroma much like that of candy hearts.
I think I have a sugar rush just from inhaling the oxygen in my classroom.
Oh party days. You are crazy and exhausting.
Here are your sugared up children ready for you to take home. They've already had two cookies, a brownie, a cupcake, and some candy. I might suggest they don't eat anything containing sugar for the next 72 hours. You're welcome :)
We re-met in 7th grade choir. After months of difficult days in junior high, Caitlin was a ray of sunshine in my life.
Here are a few reasons why I love Caitlin...
1. She is the funniest person I know
2. She gets me
3. She is sooo beautiful...with blonde or brown hair :)
4. She is kind
5. She is a kindergarten teacher too!
6. We can be ourselves around each other
7. She'll drive an hour in rush hour traffic to come visit me
8. She's honest
9. We have been best friends for 13 years
10. We can talk or not talk for hours and still not run out of things to not talk about :) 11. She introduced me to many cool things i.e. the movie Dirty Dancing, the Backstreet Boys and Kraft Mac and Cheese
12. She has been a part of so many important moments in my life
*I can't wait until we both have children and then they can be best friends too*
When I was little I would get up in the middle of the night to clean my room and when I was old enough I would volunteer to vacuum.
I remember telling my mom that I wanted to be a maid when I grew up.
My twin sister, Kate, is the complete opposite.
When we were in college I would drive down to Boulder to visit, she would be in class and I would surprise her by cleaning her entire room...I can picture in 60 years visiting her in the retirement community cleaning her condo.
I don't mind it at all.
When everything is clean...everything feels right in my world
I think I married the perfect man because he likes everything to be squeaky clean too. I think he was the only college student to clean the baseboards in his dorm room...a guy after my own heart.
The men's bathrooms at the hotel have been converted into Women's
You see more scrunchies than should be allowed
One out of every 100 people have hair passed their ears
Embroidered sweatshirts are the norm
You hear, "Wiggle your fingers, wiggle your toes, wiggle your shoulders, wiggle your nose, now all our wiggles are out..." as you walk by a session in progress
The one man you did see is knitting
Grown adults are getting excited about phonemic awareness
My teammate and I have spent the past two days at the CCIRA conference...a big deal if you ask me! We met some celebrities in the teaching world (Lois Lowry was there!), bought WAAAY too many books, but most importantly we are walking away feeling rejuvenated and empowered again.
I have a million ideas to try and only 4 months of school left...
Yesterday I spent all day at a training for school. When I got back to my class today my sub had left great notes for me about how the day had gone...including that one of my students had thrown up all over the orange table. Lovely. I was telling all my teammates how lucky I was that I wasn't there because I probably would have thrown up too. Phew missed that one by a hair.
Then today my luck turned on me. One of my students was complaining of a bad stomachache all morning. I sent him to the nurse, but he returned a little while later. When it was carpet time he was curled in a ball on the floor. Then he sat up quickly, put his finger up to use the bathroom, covered his hand with his mouth..and you can probably picture the rest.
While he walked down to the nurse with the trash can and a kind classmate I whipped out the Clorox wipes and Lysol...and called for the custodian who said when he arrived, "Oh, that's not too bad!" I wanted to ask what his definition of "bad" was. I guess now I have officially gone through my rite of passage as an elementary school teacher.