Today I subbed a special education triple combo class- K-2nd grade. It was a challenge being that it was my first day back in the saddle since before the wedding. I was extremely grateful for all the aids that know their children so well and for the students who were patient with me throughout the day. One student hopped off the bus with two different shoes on. One foot had a sock, the other was without. When asked if he meant to do that his answer was simple- yes. The big happening of the day was the announcement of who earned student of the week. She was thrilled to receive her pencil from the principle. The tragedy was of course having one's clip move from the happy face down toward the worried face and then, if the ultimate tragedy occurred- it reached the bottom- the sad face. Let me just tell you, there were some students who needed to go lower than sad. It's a funny thing when you go to move a clip down and they are already at the bottom of the barrel. What do you do then? Remind them they are there? I doubt they forgot. I remember the one time my card was flipped in first grade. If I remember it at 23 (almost 24), I know I didn't forget throughout the day as it happened. I remember where I was in the hall when she announced she was flipping my card to red in front of the whole class. And I didn't even do anything! It was my classmates. It's hard being a student. It's hard being a teacher.
The best part of my day was hearing the students say my name. Not because I am all gooey about my new married name but because their interpretation was quite unique. Mrs. Stephanie. Mrs. Stinky. But my personal favorite, Mrs. Stuffy. You would think that if a student called the sub Mrs. Stinky, that could be punishable by the clip chart (worse than the law) but no, he was very sincere as he addressed me. I gladly answered his question without correction and smiled. Why correct something so endearing? The other highlight of my day was seeing my mama at work. I love working at her school. She came into my classroom in the morning and my heart just filled with joy. No drama here- I'm so crazy about my mom and she's crazy about me. There are just no words to describe the depth of our relationship. Needless to say, I enjoy working with her and was severely disappointed that was the only time of the day I got to be with her.
So, Netflix has been around a while, right? (What? I started a new paragraph! Don't give me a hard time for my lack of transition! It's after midnight and I don't want to!) Well, I have heard people talk about it but never quite understood the big deal. Now I get it. I can watch a lot of movies, in an instant, from my computer. Let me just tell you, it sucks going to bed by yourself when you're not suppose to since you're married. With netflix though, I can stay up late watching movies I've always wanted to see but was too cheap to, get extra tired, and then sleep in late with my husband once he gets home. Netflix and I are BFF now. I just sobbed my way through Dear John. I knew that one was going to kill me from the moment I saw the preview. Just before that I teared up in Some Kind of Wonderful. Peter and I watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button the other night. Peter's first twelve hour night shift I wanted to stay up with him so he felt supported. I watched Confessions of a Shopaholic. Loved it. Did not think I would but totally did. Plus I watched one of my new favorites- The Proposal. Oh my goodness, loved it. I watched it again the day after with Nathan and Peter and they loved it! I never heard Nathan laugh so much. If I watched this many movies regularly I would totally feel like I'm wasting my life away but I don't feel too bad when I watch them all after 10 pm and their is no one else to hang out with.
Other big news, last night I bought a gym pass to 24hour fitness. Watch out people- my sweat is comin' your way! I know, totally sick. Alright, well I hope I have somewhat entertained you because I have certainly entertained myself and sufficiently documented the day's events. Goodnight everyone.
xo, p&l
Saturday, September 11, 2010
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Laura, your first grade story happened to me in Kindergarten! I was definitely not the one talking. Only card pull I had in all my years, and it was terrible. Obviously scarred me for life ;)
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It's so fun that I get to share my life with you through the blog. I like your blog too! I still want to have you over when you are down here! Call me.
ReplyDeleteI will! Sorry I haven't made it yet. The job you got is full time, though, right?
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