Where do I begin?
First of all, I do realize it's been a while since I've updated this blog. Most of my time has been planning and writing on my other blog, reflecting on what I've been doing in my classroom with my students and the iPads.
Let me get one straight right now: I love my job.
I started planning for this school year in June. I don't go by the Book. The Book is boring to me. I think and (sometimes) act like a middle schooler. I know what they like. I know what works with them and what doesn't work. I spend a lot--a LOT-- of time modifying lessons in a way that is both fun and engaging to students. Another thing you should know: I work for GRPS. These students need motivation. A lot of it. So I feel that it's my job, as their teacher, to make learning as meaningful as possible. Be it with hands-on activities, technology, what have you.
So imagine my surprise when I was called into a meeting after school today (AFTER SCHOOL) to find out I was all of a sudden going to teach Fundamentals reading to a class of 6th, 7th, and 8th graders. Starting tomorrow. First hour.
Ok, I already take medication for anxiety because I hold myself to such high standards. I don't half-ass things because I know what I'm capable of and my OCD will drive me insane if I do until I fix it and make it right. If that makes sense. I've never taught a Fundamentals class. I've never taught middle schoolers that are at a first and second grade level. I love a challenge and I know I can do it, but I absolutely NEED time to plan things ahead of time.
On top of this, I'm a member of our schools PBIS (Positive Behavioral Interventions and Supports) team and am in charge of the fundraising aspect. We, as a school, are not allowed to promote sales of junk food or any kind of food that can be consumed during the day, regardless of the fact that it would sell like crazy and make our team a ton of money. So Future Hubby came up with the ingenious idea of holding a FIFA 13 tournament with interested students paying $5 to enter. We've had a plethora of students bombard us with interest. It's up to our principal to ok it. *fingers crossed* Our first school dance is the Friday before Halloween, and dammit--I throw kick-ass dances. So we need to raise money STAT for this.
Add to all of this me dealing with my son stealing candy from his teacher and my daughter failing Science. I'm a hot mess. I am a Christian woman and fully believe God won't give me more than I can handle, but I'm feeling a little spread thin. I love my students and I love my family. But damn....I can only do so much, you know?
I'm not Superwoman....just trying to be. :/ #woosah
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