Another week

Well, I made it through another week. The kids are still a handful but some of my more difficult ones are coming around...a bit. They're still difficult but I'm starting to get a handle on how to work with them. Taking some of them out and teaching them in their own small class certainly helps. There are some others who are determined to show me who they think should be boss. Oh, well, come report card time, if they don't start working, they'll see that their protests weren't so successful. When you protest a quiz by refusing to take it, or sit and do your own thing during class, you miss out on some rather important grades. But some just have to learn the hard way.

The main problem with most of my problem students has nothing to do with academics. Some of my worst behavior problems are very bright and capable of so much. They just suffer from too much money and too little parental involvement in their lives. It's sad what good intentions can do to a kid. They're going to have a loooong row to hoe when they get out into the real world. Not even wasta can help some of these.

The Peanuts had a birthday party tonight at a country club. It was a beautiful place and the food was excellent. The games were fun for the kids and I barely saw mine except when they came to drink some of my water. It's kind of freaky that there were 3 or 4 of us there with 7th graders and twins in KG2. Hmmm.

The Little Prince came up to me and asked, "Is there blood on my face?" {Not a question a mom really wants to be asked.} I looked at him and he had blood from the middle of his forehead down to his left cheek. I took him to the bathroom to clean it off. I asked what happened and he said he ran into a lady with something hot (or something hard, or he ran into something hard). Anyway I asked, "Is the lady OK?" By this point it was obvious he was fine. I cleaned him off and it's just a tiny scratch on his eyebrow. He kept the wet paper towel so "when I fall again I can wipe the blood". "How about you just don't fall anymore?" He kept the paper towel but he didn't fall again.

After school today I was loading the Peanuts in the car. The Little Prince climbed in on my side and scooted over to the other side, where the Diva was about to get in. I told him to come back over but he refused so I told his sister to just climb over him and if he got hurt it was his fault.

She eagerly climbed over him, stepping on him on purpose. Then I about wet myself. She said, "Did I hurt you?" in a very concerned voice. Then followed it with a cheerful, "It's your fault." What a little tease.

Tomorrow we're (hopefully) sleeping in and then I'm cleaning house. I need a vacuum but will have to wait a bit on it. This straight suction just doesn't cut it on Persian cat hair mixed with German Shepherd. Yuck!