On you mark, get set...
GO!!!!
That's how I've been feeling lately. I feel like I'm revving up for something big.
There's a lot going on, I've got work that is a job within itself. Hmmm! When did work stop being a job :-)? I guess, it's when I found something that I really like doing. It seems like I'm doing a lot, but it doesn't feel like "job" as society thinks of a job. There were days when I've been tired and maybe upset a little because of some bad news, but I get to school and I perk up. I told my second hour class all the time about how much they would make my day. Some days I would get to second hour and I'd be crying laughing at them. We would get work done, but the discussions ended up being so humorous, they really carried me throughout this semester. I don't know if I would have made it without having fun with them. It's sad to see them go. I would say the same about 1st hour, but there was a little girl with an attitude (grrrr) that tried to intimidate me, but I endured 1st hour. Fourth hour was my chatty class. I just loaded them down with work because they didn't know how to shut up. There weren't rude or disrespectful, just chatty. Oh, yeah and first hour ate my donuts. I was appalled! I bought Krispy Kreme's from a student as part of a fundraiser and I ended up not being at school when he brought them. So somehow, the students thought it was a good idea to eat Ms. Nelson's donuts. I was furious. The nerve! So I got down to the bottom of it and there were about 8 students responsible. I started to call their parents and tell them they were thieves, but they were obedient enough to show up for detention. Well, all but one--the little attitude girl, but according to her she wasn't involved since she only ate a donut that someone else gave her. Ugh.
Fifth hour was a fun class. It never failed, every class Michael would come to class, "Ms. Nelson, Ms. Nelson...." then he'd ask a silly question. I even used him as a part of one my lessons because I knew he'd fall for it. We were talking about communication and how body language is an important part of communication. And Michael, "Ms. Nelson..." I folded my arms and turned my head away from him. It was a good opener for the class. I then explained that I didn't mean anything by it, but I used that to make a point.
Sixth hour was mostly boys. I had 17 students and only three girls. I don't like those classes. They liked to wrestle all the time. I had to threaten them to stay in their seats. Testoserone, ugh!!
Seventh hour I hated at first. I don't know why, but there was just something about that class I didn't like. They were the most, "hood" :-). I don't know how else to explain it, but it was the same last year with my 7th hour class. Just a bunch of street kids..., but in the end they turned out to be okay. Oh, yeah and one of my 7th hour students was responsible for the first bomb threat. He was expelled. Oh, and one of my 2nd hour students was responsible for the school being on lockdown because he brought in a be be gun that looked like a real gun. These kids don't think.
I'm kind of anxious to get to know my new students. I hope they are as good as and better than my fall students.
That's how I've been feeling lately. I feel like I'm revving up for something big.
There's a lot going on, I've got work that is a job within itself. Hmmm! When did work stop being a job :-)? I guess, it's when I found something that I really like doing. It seems like I'm doing a lot, but it doesn't feel like "job" as society thinks of a job. There were days when I've been tired and maybe upset a little because of some bad news, but I get to school and I perk up. I told my second hour class all the time about how much they would make my day. Some days I would get to second hour and I'd be crying laughing at them. We would get work done, but the discussions ended up being so humorous, they really carried me throughout this semester. I don't know if I would have made it without having fun with them. It's sad to see them go. I would say the same about 1st hour, but there was a little girl with an attitude (grrrr) that tried to intimidate me, but I endured 1st hour. Fourth hour was my chatty class. I just loaded them down with work because they didn't know how to shut up. There weren't rude or disrespectful, just chatty. Oh, yeah and first hour ate my donuts. I was appalled! I bought Krispy Kreme's from a student as part of a fundraiser and I ended up not being at school when he brought them. So somehow, the students thought it was a good idea to eat Ms. Nelson's donuts. I was furious. The nerve! So I got down to the bottom of it and there were about 8 students responsible. I started to call their parents and tell them they were thieves, but they were obedient enough to show up for detention. Well, all but one--the little attitude girl, but according to her she wasn't involved since she only ate a donut that someone else gave her. Ugh.
Fifth hour was a fun class. It never failed, every class Michael would come to class, "Ms. Nelson, Ms. Nelson...." then he'd ask a silly question. I even used him as a part of one my lessons because I knew he'd fall for it. We were talking about communication and how body language is an important part of communication. And Michael, "Ms. Nelson..." I folded my arms and turned my head away from him. It was a good opener for the class. I then explained that I didn't mean anything by it, but I used that to make a point.
Sixth hour was mostly boys. I had 17 students and only three girls. I don't like those classes. They liked to wrestle all the time. I had to threaten them to stay in their seats. Testoserone, ugh!!
Seventh hour I hated at first. I don't know why, but there was just something about that class I didn't like. They were the most, "hood" :-). I don't know how else to explain it, but it was the same last year with my 7th hour class. Just a bunch of street kids..., but in the end they turned out to be okay. Oh, yeah and one of my 7th hour students was responsible for the first bomb threat. He was expelled. Oh, and one of my 2nd hour students was responsible for the school being on lockdown because he brought in a be be gun that looked like a real gun. These kids don't think.
I'm kind of anxious to get to know my new students. I hope they are as good as and better than my fall students.
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