What Are They Thinking?
January 30, 2007
I don’t really understand people.
Remember that I got three new students in January. Two of them are sisters from Australia. Their mother is an early childhood specialist. We considered hiring her to help out in the pre-school. Mom came to me yesterday just before school to tell me that they are leaving on Friday and won’t be returning until June and could I please put together enough work to get them through that time. She wants enough work to get them through four months!
I have spent the last three weeks trying to get these girls up to speed with the rest of the class. I have had to review rules, create assessments, grade assessments, and spend time with them. For what? So they can head back down under to start a whole new program? The part that strikes me the most is the idea that mom (a teacher) thinks that placing her daughters in a new environment for four weeks and then transferring them to a whole new place for ten weeks so she can place them back in the original environment for ten weeks is a good idea!! Maybe she’s just crazy as a junebug…
I have also learned that two of my best students are leaving as well. They are twin boys who have really blossomed since I first met them eighteen months ago. They were supposed to be trouble makers; supposed to be too difficult to deal with, but that just wasn’t so. Today they are fine, respectable young boys. The bright side is that they will be moving back to Australia where they will be enrolled in a private school. It will not be on a mine. Currently they are the only boys in my class (of eleven) and 2/3 of the boys in the upper grades.
There is also a girl from my class that’s leaving, but I will not particularly miss her. She is a whiner and not terribly interesting. I had her brother last year and I was sad when he was promoted to Carrie’s room, but now he too will be leaving. Have you kept up on all this? If you put it all together, you learn that there will soon be no boys in the upper grades at all. There will only be nine girls aged six to thirteen.
Only three more days until Boston. I can’t wait. We get to shop at real stores, eat cheeseburgers and pizza, suck down lattes, hang out with our families, and walk anonymously among the masses. Oh, yeah, and we’ll find out where we’re going next. We got a letter of interest from a school in Moscow, Russia, but they will not be at the same fair we will be. I’m trying not to focus on that part. I am going to see my sister, hang out with Carrie’s family, and freeze my ass off. I thought it was cold this morning because the temperature had dropped to 70. Temperatures in Boston have been topping out at 30. CRAP!! I am definitely not looking forward to that part. Zachary, on the other hand can hardly wait for that part. He’s counting on some snow; I think he is the only one…
MJR
I don’t really understand people.
Remember that I got three new students in January. Two of them are sisters from Australia. Their mother is an early childhood specialist. We considered hiring her to help out in the pre-school. Mom came to me yesterday just before school to tell me that they are leaving on Friday and won’t be returning until June and could I please put together enough work to get them through that time. She wants enough work to get them through four months!
I have spent the last three weeks trying to get these girls up to speed with the rest of the class. I have had to review rules, create assessments, grade assessments, and spend time with them. For what? So they can head back down under to start a whole new program? The part that strikes me the most is the idea that mom (a teacher) thinks that placing her daughters in a new environment for four weeks and then transferring them to a whole new place for ten weeks so she can place them back in the original environment for ten weeks is a good idea!! Maybe she’s just crazy as a junebug…
I have also learned that two of my best students are leaving as well. They are twin boys who have really blossomed since I first met them eighteen months ago. They were supposed to be trouble makers; supposed to be too difficult to deal with, but that just wasn’t so. Today they are fine, respectable young boys. The bright side is that they will be moving back to Australia where they will be enrolled in a private school. It will not be on a mine. Currently they are the only boys in my class (of eleven) and 2/3 of the boys in the upper grades.
There is also a girl from my class that’s leaving, but I will not particularly miss her. She is a whiner and not terribly interesting. I had her brother last year and I was sad when he was promoted to Carrie’s room, but now he too will be leaving. Have you kept up on all this? If you put it all together, you learn that there will soon be no boys in the upper grades at all. There will only be nine girls aged six to thirteen.
Only three more days until Boston. I can’t wait. We get to shop at real stores, eat cheeseburgers and pizza, suck down lattes, hang out with our families, and walk anonymously among the masses. Oh, yeah, and we’ll find out where we’re going next. We got a letter of interest from a school in Moscow, Russia, but they will not be at the same fair we will be. I’m trying not to focus on that part. I am going to see my sister, hang out with Carrie’s family, and freeze my ass off. I thought it was cold this morning because the temperature had dropped to 70. Temperatures in Boston have been topping out at 30. CRAP!! I am definitely not looking forward to that part. Zachary, on the other hand can hardly wait for that part. He’s counting on some snow; I think he is the only one…
MJR
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