auld lang syne

So it's New years eve. I spend it with my girlfriend but bereft of my children. They are a little fuzzy on the idea of a new year beginning, so we spoke about it a bit in the car. It means a new year is starting, I tell them, at midnight. I mull that over after I say it. Such a momentous thing, a whole new year, and it sits delicately balance on the second that make today yesterday, that makes 2010 turn into 2011. Unfortunately, on this New years eve, I am congested and sick. I am popping advil and sudafed like a meth addict with no chemistry skills. I will comfort myself with time with my honey, and that will make that precious second when the old year becomes new, young and full of promise as special as it can be without my children here with me. I miss my boys.

excommunicated

i'm so tired of hearing about how i don't communicate. yup, sometimes i misunderstand, and i suck at talking on the phone. my counselor even said that most of communication is done through body language. if a relationship is conducted almost always over the phone, there is bound to be SOME mis-communication on BOTH sides. my life challenges me all day every day. there is no relax at home and read a book, there is try to read a book and run interference between two kids while planning what we do next to keep my little ADD loveys occupied and happy because they simply need the stimulation and activity or they will be miserable and unhappy. There are full days of dealing with the kids who will end up being the freaky people you see at the DMV and wonder if they are really the general public and you have to love them with all your heart because that is your JOB and it's ok, because you love it, but your communication sucks and then everything falls down. i don't know what else to say. i'm sorry and i love you.

Is it friday yet?

i can't wait. i want friday to be here NOW.
i met all my new kids today. they seemed pretty pissed about being demoted down to my lame ass regular level class in the middle of the year. can't blame them. the rub is i can't do anything about it. i can't change it, i can't change my job. i just have to stick it out. on the bright side, i realized today that my scale model of the solar system activity won't fit on the field behind the cafeteria. ima hafta make it work some other way. i'm thinking the sun will be somewhere off in the apartment housing near the school and mercury near the entrance, then take earth in the front office and end up with the gas giants behind the school. it's pretty mind blowing to see it laid out to scale, i think the kids will enjoy it. at least i have great kids to teach this year. if only my co workers could be at least competent, or pleasant, but they are neither. sigh. such is life.

Level 0.5

Ok kiddos - here's a study guide. You have 20 minutes to work on it with your partner before I go over it. Work ensues.
20 minutes later.
OK #1 (I read the question)and kid A has the answer.
Great Kid A!
I repeat the answer.
Kid B: What was that?
I repeat the answer.
Kid C: Can you spell that?
I spell the answer.
Kid D: What was the answer again?
I repeat the answer.
Kid E: How do you spell it again?
I spell the answer.
Kid A has their hand up to answer number 2.
Kid B: How did you spell that?
I spell the answer.
Kid E: I don't have a pencil.
I get Kid E a pencil.
Kid E: What was the question?
I inform Kid E it is on their paper.
Kid E: What paper?
The one in front of you sweetie.
Kid E: It's blank.
Turn it over hon.
Kid E: Oh. What was the answer?
I repeat the answer.
Kid B: I don't remember this.
It's in your notes.
Kid B: I don't have any notes.
Yes you do.
Kid B: You took them.
No babe they're right here, remember we found them together?
Kid B: Oh yeah. What are they about again?
Look at the title. Earthquakes Notes.
Kid B: Oh. Ok.

Sigh. Margarita time.