I've been teaching math lately. To begin this post, I just want to write out a quick problem.
Children+March Break+shortened day+hormones= x
Oh alright... x= INSANITY!
Here's a fun equation:
n= the number of marbles Lauren loses daily
t= the number of marbles Lauren has lost in total
Not a math person by the way.
By the end of today I was ready to just sit in a corner and rock soothingly back and forth. I've never been closer to an Arnold Schwartzenegger in Kindergarten Cop moment in my life. Fortunately (or not) I realized that would be completely pointless. I should be clear, today wasn't a bad day, but if I hear "Miss Daily" whined one more time... Here's a new power for kids. They have the power to make you not only hate your own name but dread hearing it. Kids should be used to annoy criminals into submission.
As is to be expected, the kids are all excited for March Break. And they should be. Here's the thing, my well of patience is very nearly dry. I understand being excited, but I seriously wanted to duct tape a kid to his chair today. And not a wussy job of taping either. I'm talking taping his hands together behind his back, taping his torso to his chair and then taping his legs to the legs of the chair. Then, just to make sure, I think I'd tape the chair to the floor and at least one other surface. If I wasn't watching him, he was getting into trouble.
Aside from a very tiring day, I discovered why my back hurts, I was complimented for handling an incident of teenaged stupidity well, my AT stood up for me in the face of student dissent, I thought I made a mistake but I didn't and I proved that angry Lauren is in fact an effective classroom manager. So my day was also productive.
Alas, I'm super tired.
Bedtime now... blogging later.