They say you must see the forest, and not focus on the trees. My trees, those 7-8 kids I cannot control, cannot reach, have defined my forest. This week I decided not to focus on them; I will nurture the forest. I have done all I can, right now, for the trees. I let them go...
Wild Child remains a challenge, but has responded to some intervention. Shortstuff, Blues Eyes, and Freckles, well, any given day is a crapshoot. Then there is motormouth. He. Never. Stops. Talking. Ever! Yesterday he interrupted our moment of silence. He made it impossible for me to teach our English lesson. This morning he interrupted the daily announcements I was making. During a morning assembly he called another teacher a b*tch. I'm planting that tree in the hall so my forest can grow. (Are you sick of this metaphor yet?)
One more thing...
My older daughter's science teacher donated a cute little guy to our classroom that looks just like this one.
His name is Forest.