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with our new class.

When I walked into my classroom today, I passed by a rather livid parent. I didn’t think anything about it, but that afternoon my co-worker was called into a meeting.

Interesting.

Apparently, my wonderful co-worker did something that pissed this particular dad off. So he went to my boss and requested that she be fired.

You heard me.

Don’t go getting excited. The situation was solved and she is still employed.

Two things occurred:

One: my boss is scratching her head, reviewing previous grievances of my co-worker and perhaps looking at them in a different light.

Two: My co-worker has had the sudden realization that she is dispensable and has become unnaturally nice. 

This should be an interesting year. 

Neither rain nor snow, nor sleet nor dark of night shall stay these couriers teachers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

Nor hurricane gail force winds either.

So while the majority of you were cozy at home, I drove into work. That’s the downfall of working for a grocery store.

Despite Fay, today was great. It really didn’t start raining until after we closed, so we were able to enjoy the gusts of wind periodically through the day. The girls loved letting their hair blow in the wind and I can’t blame them. There is something exhilarating  that happens before a storm and I used them as an excuse to let my hair down.  

Enjoy your hurricane day! 

has been a blur of activities.

I had to work late on Friday night and then work again on Saturday morning until noon-ish preparing my class for the new kids. 

I was able to accomplish a lot, but feel like my weekend has been non-existent.

Instead of feeling motivated and rejuvenated I feel tired.

I’ll be thankful for the hard work tomorrow, because my room looks great!

Saturday night I went to dinner with Amber D at Olive Garden and the waiter forgot our Andes mints. Afterwards, we hit up the W- store and bought some items to make “Phelps Phan” t-shirts. We watched Michael swim for his 8th gold medal. I’m not going to lie. I have a bit of crush on Mister Phelps and I’m not sure what I’m going to do now that he’s done swimming.

:::sigh:::

:::wipes drool away::: 

In fact, it would be safe to say I’m a bit obsessed with the Olympics in general. I can’t stop watching them. It’s on all the time. It’s like that episode of Friends when Joey and Chandler get free porn by accident and they can’t turn it off.

Today I enjoyed some food and fun with some people from RPC at Firehouse. I bought hot pink…I mean it’s hot pink nail polish. I painted my nails with Kaley and helped her create a “Phelps Phan” t-shirt. I then crashed my parents small group, because I was starving and they were having “some spaghetti!” 

I spent over an hour talking to Ms. En-ga-lish my friend who just moved to Texas. I’m glad we were able to catch up. I’ve been feeling a little bit convicted lately about my friendships. I’ve always considered my self a good friend. I have noticed that I have become lackadaisical and in order to maintain effective relationships I am going to have to make the effort. 

Now I’m full and cozy in my bed. Women’s track is up. I have that sleepy, peaceful feeling. Time for my weekend to begin… 

Monday I get 20 new children and my kids will move up to Blue door.

And all my kids from the previous year will attend their first day of Kindergarten.

I’m feeling a bit nostalgic. 

 The bitterSWEET:

 I will not miss the screaming.

Katie’s daily fit.

Morgan’s back talking.

The constant bellows of “MISS. THOMMM-PSONNN!”

I will not miss cleaning up the blocks.

Jimi’s spinning, jumping, flipping, yelling and hitting.

I will enjoy watching them work over their new teachers.

I won’t miss the head butting, the chair throwing, the toe stepping or the boob grabbing.

The BITTERsweet:

I will miss Schmucker’s cannon balls.

Their helpful moments.

Their hugs, their jokes- “oh tartar sauce!

Their ideas, their lunch conversations, their obsession with puzzles.

 Their constant bellows of “MISS. THOMMMMM-PSONNN.”

Their favorite books Oh Ducky and SuperDino.  

Their favorite songs Down by the Station, Going on a Bear Hunt and Bop til you Drop!

Their fascination with bugs and the sandbox. 

The baby frog- “May he rest in peace.”

Morgan’s Olympic floor routine.

I will miss Jimi. Every guessing game and long winded monologue. “You got it!”

I’ll miss brushing Katie’s hair & watching her pretend she’s the teacher. I’ll miss her mimicking me, when I read.The sweetest part is that they are about to grow and learn even more than when they were with me.

And I get to watch it all.

My kids hold a precious part of my heart and I’m always surprised that I end up loving the next group just as much as the previous.

Schmucker brought me a daisy on the last day of school.

A sweet memento of 2008. 

Shirt Tales!

These guys were cute, sleuth critters in T shirts.  I mean they are really cute. This cartoon started from a greeting card series. I had a Shirt Tales t-shirt when I was kid and I used to pretend I was Pammy the Panda. I also liked the monkey, Bogey, because he talked like Humphrey Bogart.

They don’t make them like this anymore 

Every Friday I do attendance.

A little over 2 months ago, Maggie moved up to our classroom. When I went to record attendance, her sheet was missing. I asked my co-teacher where her attendance sheet was since Maggie was in her group. She blew me off, so I went to Maggie’s previous teacher.

Apparently, the attendance sheet was placed in Maggie’s assessment file and given to my co-teacher. I relayed the message to the Queen Bee and asked if she would check her file.

Every Friday for 2 months I would ask “Is Maggie’s attendance sheet in her file?” To which the Queen Bee would reply “I don’t know.” Then I would usually say something like “Could you check?”

Eventually, I went and I got a new attendance sheet. Our receptionist gave me a lecture on how important attendance was. They use the sheets to verify something, blah, blah and blah.

I went back to my co-teacher and relayed the message that it was vital that we find the AWOL attendance sheet and that it should be in her assessment file. I asked if I could check Maggie’s file and she said “No, her files were out in her car.”

A couple of weeks go by and our part time teacher who has appropriately been nicknamed, “Princess,” does attendance. When she gets to Maggie’s page, she freaks out. Where’s her attendance sheet? We only have her attendance marked for 2 months. Someone’s going to get written up. Queen Bee suddenly decides to “get to the bottom of this.” She wants to know where Maggie’s sheet is?

I take a deep breath and have the same conversation I had been having with her over the past months. This morning she walked in with Maggie’s sheet.  

Today at nap I asked if she would fill out Maggie’s attendance since I had to make phone calls to new parents, finish the lesson plan, finish assessments and make 20 new art folders.

She replied with “No, the lines on the paper make my head hurt.”

Oh.

20 minutes later she asked if I knew a four letter word for the name of a lion off of Lion King. She was stumped in her crossword puzzle.

I told her I was pretty sure it was Buzz. She thought that sounded right. C’mon who hasn’t seen Lion King? 

It only made me feel slightly better to sabotage her crossword. As for attendance, we have until Friday before we have to turn the sheet into Management.

Should I bite the bullet and just complete the task?

Am I making a big deal out of nothing? 

by: Taro Gomi.

It’s a fun book especially if you’re potty training.

I have 4 to 8 conversations a day about poop.

Green poop.

“Chocolate pudding” poop. 

Between the toes poop.

Noisy poop.

Taco day poop. 

Big poop.

“Milk Duds” poop.

The “oh-I’m-about-to-vomit-it-smells-like-death” poop.

Stomach virus poop.

Corn poop.

Ghost poop. 

 ::PLEASE NOTE::

Poop may vary in unexpected combinations. Perhaps a “chocolate pudding, between the toes, it-smells-like-death” kind of poop. 

$#@! happens. 

For this show I would sit in antici…………………………………………………………………….pation. (To be said like Tim Curry. Any Rocky Horror fans?)

The Wuzzles were one of my favorite cartoons. I thought it was so clever that they were “two types of fun wrapped up and rolled into one. Oh they’ve got originality living with a split personality.”

My favorite was Butterbear. She was half butterfly half bear.

I can’t really remember what the little guy with antlers was a combination of. Any guesses? 

I love that this show embraced diversity! 

mesmerizing. 

around 6:23

You might of seen a white honda sitting in the parking lot.

That was me.

Sally Mae ran hot.

Again.

There is definitely a leak.