Okay today for P.E. we played basketball, that is a sport I can handle. A little group of us (three boys and myself) played 21. I hit 3 after 3 and made all my free throws and WON!!! That is right. I might be 12 or 13 years older then them but I totally took them. They couldn't believe it. They complained that most of my points came from free throws and I told them that that just shows how important they really are.
So thanks to my dad for spending part of every Christmas break for 4 years making me shoot 500 free throws. Also thanks to my dad for letting me steal his routine when shooting free throws. Shooting free throws really wins games!!!!!!!!
Okay this needs a preface. I was a week late on that monthly thing. Then I woke up around 4 in the morning yesterday morning to use the bathroom and was bleeding. I cried a little (yes we would like to have another one but things just don't work out the way we want them to) and I was in a lot of pain. A lot more than usual for that thingy. Anyways, I came to school and during my first hour a student would not work. I asked him to start doing something. He told me he was and held up a little bike. (It was one of those that you have to glue and put together yourself). I told him to put it away and get to work. 5 minutes later again I asked him to start working, he told me he was and held up a bottle of super glue. I told him to put all that stuff away and to work on English. I then told him if I saw those things again I would take them away. He stood up looked right at me and said, "Oh, no you didn't." With the attitude and hand and head shake and everything. I lost it. I was so mad. (Remember what happened earlier that morning. Hormones were crazy.) I yelled at him and told him to get out of my class and I walked down to the office. By the time I was at the office I was in tears and I told them what had happened. Now it seems silly that I got so mad and cried but it was a bad start to a bad morning. How dare he talk to me like that?
Anyways, things are going better and I am starting to feel better now!! Too bad I care so much for these kids otherwise why would I put up with stuff like this all the time. Isn't teaching great???
5 comments:
Personally I don't know how you can teach middle school all day every day...I know I don't have the paitence for it, you must be a better person than me. Sorry that things haven't worked out the way that you want them to, life stinks sometimes:(
I'm sorry you had a bad day! he probably won't mess with you again, though. hope things are better for you next week :)
I'm sorry Christina - I think you are amazing! I think you do such a great job with your family and with teaching! Keep up the good work - you do so much I know that the Lord will bless you for it.
I'm so sorry. I hated those kind of mornings. And the reaction to the kid in the class, high 5 to you for not taking him out then and there. Middle School teachers are a whole different people that we like to call SAINTS!! Keep up the good work!
You are my hero for teaching middle school - I couldn't do it. And you are my hero for actually going to school while having a miscarriage. I had two of them and took a week off to try and get everything settled back down. Hang in there - things always have a way of working out.
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