The Last Few Days

The past week at school has been very interesting to say the least. It’s a new semester which means that some of the kids are on new schedules. For the most part the kids are in either keyboarding, gym, or choir this grading period. I love the fact that the teacher allows the kids to go out like that. We will be switching our evacuation routes. Why? Well, they’re opening up the new office area and closing the area around old office. We use to exit out of the area by the old office. I’ve been telling the general education kids to behave this week. I am guilty of ignoring most of their actions unless, it endangers or is hurtful to one of the students in my classroom. I’ve just felt all agitated this week and for no real reason. In fact, it’s been like this week long. I’ve told kids to stop throwing snowballs and even had to say something to a couple of girls for attacking a boy. I mean come on how stupid can you be. A member of the staff is looking right at you, and the kids keep wrestling. It’s about stupid. I actually didn’t hear my television come on this morning. My own internal clock got me up at exactly 6:30 a.m. The morning was great. but by afternoon, we were back into dealing with behaviors. I hate that part of the job. Tonight my nephew, Brandon is spending the night. Just a little bit of news! Oh, one last thing, I got hit in the chest today by one of my angels.

Okay just a couple more things before I go. I was on the phone with Brandon, my nephew and I could hear my great nephew in the background. Brandon put the phone near his ear, and I said "Hi". He was talking baby gibberish, and then I said "I love you!".

I heard this kissing sound in the background. My great nephew had kissed me through the phone. I thought that was so cute.

The teacher has the other aide and me photocopy the kid’s work once it’s been graded. Now that you know that, this little story will make sense. It was the end of the day, and I had just placed the photocopied work into the kids "take home" folders. One young man was going through his papers. I assume, he was checking his grades. He stopped on one paper and took out his pencil. I noticed him trying to erase something on the paper. He was getting really frustrated at the whole ideal. He didn’t realize the writing on the paper couldn’t be erased. Sadly, he was either trying to erase an "F" or change answers. Now, I’ll shut up.