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And one step back.
I'm not surprised this class lost some ground over the two week break. I don't mean academically, but in their behavior. We have spent so much time building community and getting procedures down pat.
For the first hour or so they were sleepy and quiet. I was too! Then they perked up, got chatty, lost control and forgot where they were. I reigned them in and things got better. Gosh, they are exhausting! Despite some bobbles and wobbles today, it was good and I was glad to see them.
It's Thursday and in just three days I will have to return to the classroom. I am nowhere near that "zone". I need to get there. Getting there also means I need to adjust and start somewhere other than where I left off. I do not like where I've been the last few months. There have been some good moments and I think my teaching has been very good, but it needs to be better. I want it to be better.
Despite the data-driven methods we are forced into using, I will regain the passion I began with. I have to. Because, if I do not, then it is time to get out. I have some ideas. I've mulled a few things over. I think tomorrow I will venture to school, enter my room alone, in the cold and the silence, and have a conversation with myself about my goals, methods, desires, and passion for this vocation.
I love that every January and again in August, I get to begin, again...
I have had many students leave in the middle of the year and I'm usually a little sad, but I rearrange desks, rearrange small groups, and move on. But this time, this one that has moved has left me feeling incredibly sad. I wrote about her here and called her "Precious". She had been absent Monday and Tuesday. She did not show up today and I usually call home on the third day. Before I got that chance, I got the withdrawal paper in my box. I sighed...
We were making headway. She was caught up on work and the quality was improving. She did a wonderful presentation for her country report.
I tried to call mom, the mom who yelled at me over the phone, but got no answer. I worry Precious isn't in a good place. But really, I have no idea... She was mine and I miss her.
Sorry for the long break. I have been so busy I decided to stay away awhile lest I forget my true priorities.
My Art weekend was wonderful and I have integrated some of what I learned in the classroom. I wish there was time for more but meeting are eating up so darn much time and when we aren't in meetings we are assessing. At least it seems that way.
On Monday I got a taste of Professional Development h*ll. Oh. My. Gawd! I read a lot of teacher blogs and I have read many stories about PD h*ll, but I had never been there. Now, I admit, PD still sucks most of the time, but I always seemed to come away with something. Not this time. Nothing. Zip. Can I count a sore butt?
Late in the afternoon, I decided to take another diversionary trip to the restroom while I was supposed to be working with my group, making up a song about diversity. Yes, I said MAKING UP A SONG! As I walked to the restroom, I passed another group and they were singing "We are the teachers, we are the world" and I thought to myself oh please, just kill me now. When I returned to my group, I alerted them to the fact that they were now officially on suicide watch.
Six hours... I will never get those hours back and they were truly, 100 percent, wasted.