Meetings and Messes

The first thing I had to do this morning was call the reading specialist. I left a message for her on her cellphone and prayed she wouldn't call me back, but she did.
Then I had to call the principal so that we could give my class computers when I met with the specialist. My day was already a mess.
In school, I rushed around, doing a millon things before class. I had to prepare a lesson, fill in my plansheets, and I also had to put a question in the newspaper "question box." Really, students are supposed to put their questions in there for the Editors to answer, but for some reason, no one wants to volunteer. I had to do it instead.
I wrote a note telling the Editors that my teachers hated me and I didn't know what to do about it.
When the Editors came to tell me that they got a note, they told me it was about a girl trying to get on the honor roll, and she thought her teacher didn't notice. Funny, how creative these girls can get when it comes to hiding the truth from a teacher.
The 7b class drove me nuts today with all their questions. No matter what I said or did, they refused to understand the Marbury vs. Madison courtcase. I was ready to bang my head into the wall.
L.K. was talking again. New seat didn't do anything. L.O. is also giving me problems. I need to go back to Florida.
We sped through some literature, and then I realized that the girls didn't understand a word I said. I asked them why they didn't ask me questions and they told me that they were embarrassed to. One smart aleck told me that all their teachers told them that they ask too many questions. I need to explain to them that constantly asking me to leave the classroom ro when their picture books were due, were not the kind of questions I meant.
Seventh graders!!!!
I sent my newspaper pages to print, and then I got two of them back with mistakes. Yay.
After recess, I taught history, and then I shipped the girls off to computers where they were able to use Print Shop to look for pictures for their picture books. The girls were fuming! They were so angry at the school for only letting them work in school and then still having them have it done before Pesach. I'm angry too, but I can't vent my frustrations on the principal the way they vented on me.
During computers I met with the reading specialist. It was nothing new, but it was good to hear some strategies anyway. It was such a pleasure meeting with a person who ended punctually. The principal could definitely take a lesson.
I gave the classes history questions for homework, and dismissed them.
At home I typed for newspaper again, and now that my husband walked in, I think I'll sign off and go make supper.
Don't go anywhere, there's more to my day.