“Help me, every-won! I’s huuuuuuttttt”
I don’t have a window in my office. I share a wall with the assistant principal’s office and the men’s bathroom. So, most of my day, I either hear confessions of demerits or the toilet flushing.
Today, I am substitute teaching for a middle school science teacher. Her classroom is on the second floor, closest to the playground, and she has windows. Four glorious windows, and we have kept them open most of the day. So, from the quote above, you can tell I’ve been listening to the shrieks and chatter of little chill’rens.
The first class of the day, I went downstairs and administered a seventh grade math test. Since I had tests and worksheets to give out for the rest of the day, I decided to participate and take the test with the kids.
My gosh, seventh grade math is hard. I have always thought of taking the ACT over again for funsies, but after that math test, I don’t think I’d get anywhere near the score I got in high school.
The other five classes have been their own adventures. It’s amazing that each group of kids can have such distinct personalities. One group prides themselves on being atheists… they’re artsy and your typical “different” kids in high school, and alot of teachers have it out for them— that’s what they tell me, at least. They’re the kind of kids who pride themselves on being the ones that no one understands and no one agrees with. Even though I never fell into that category in high school, I do have a special place in my heart for them, and I’m prayerfully interacting with them in a way that hopefully establishes trust with them. I can’t change the what they believe about God and relationships and life by just telling them they’re wrong— that’s the worst approach possible… I’ve just got to show them that they, as a person, have an intrinsic value, even though I don’t value their values (does that make sense?)… I feel that some teachers may just see their incorrect opinions and not see the child behind them. Which I’m sure is very easy when you have to deal with their hostility day in and day out. They’ve all grown up in the Bible Belt and gone to a Christian school their whole lives, so there is something or someone that has made them so openly hostile this early in life. (Sorry for the rant)
The husband and I celebrated our first Valentine’s not only as a married couple, but being together in the same city. I came home to find him face down, fully clothed, on top of our bed, dead to the world. This week has been tough, as I have been working everyday and his off days haven’t matched up with my short days. Anyways, we exchanged our meager gifts (he got me that As Seen on TV spice rack that rotates, and I got him two foreign beers I found at World Market last weekend). Willis dug into my purse the night before and shredded a dollar bill, so that was Willis’ gift to his dad for Valentine’s.
Speaking of Willis and Valentine’s… I’m finding that having a dog is a great excuse to do really stupid stuff. I found the most obnoxious Justin Bieber v-day cards and sent them to all our friends and family’s pets. I used a black ink pad and stuck Willis’ foot on it, and then tried to make him mark the cards… epic fail. After I cleaned up the black paw prints in the kitchen, I threw him out on the porch and just signed the rest of them.
I just looked up to find a boy swinging the chord on the blinds and making rocket ship noises. I should probably go, now…