My first few months teaching (2nd grade) were pretty insane. My school is an administrator's nightmare--they give all information over the intercom which, oh, isn't hooked up in my room. My class almost completely missed the tornado drill--the security guard had to knock on my door. That, and with 221 kids, we have only 2 IEPs (none of them mine) and I have at the very least 3 kids who need them. And, of course, the process takes forever to get them the services they need.
I pretty much alternatively love and hate all my kids, but we have enough of the former to get past the latter (though it's been a rough week). The only think I really can't stand is how mean they can be to each other, but even that is getting better. I think the last time i posted (forever ago) I said my co-teacher had quit. Well, 5 weeks into school, they finally hired a co-teacher (which is totally necessary for a 7:50-4:30 school day, where you eat lunch with kids and supervise recess), so life has gotten a lot easier.
Also, I am having a lot of success with some of my kids. One girl who literally was failing first term just got an "A" on the last math test (after a lot of hard work on her part, her mother's part, and my own.) And one little boy who literally wouldn't answer any question that required writing at least is writing some words on his own, and he was failing math first quarter and just got a C on his math test (which is a HUGE improvement.) He is so proud of himself (though probably not as proud as I am) and we're even working to get him to read significantly higher. It's really nice to see that kind of impact.
Favorite quotes from the last three months:
"My mom is huge." (One of my second graders, asked to use the word "huge" in a sentence.)
"I'm telling your mom." (One of my second graders, when I took his pencil.)
Me: So, what do you think you need to do?
Child: Apologize
Me: I think so. Go ahead.
Child: I'm sorry for holding my fist up and I'm sorry for saying I was going to rearrange your face.
They are sweet though, and we're getting there, we really are.
Why do we play with fire?
Why do we run our fingers through the flame?
Why do we leave our hands on the stove, although we know we're in for some pain?
-tick...tick...BOOM!