...when you've had classes that make strong men weep and had no time for reading OR crocheting?
A lovely, lovely pressie, that's what!
The red is not tomato-ey as the picture shows, it's definitely on the wine-red side, which I love! This is a birthday present from Nat, who says I look best in red and who am I to argue with her? ::grin:: She included black because, well, I am all about black! This is the Nundle Collection 100% Pure New Wool from the Nundle Woollen Mill in Australia. I'm already seeing something cabled from this. What a wonderful present! She also included a "few beads that had been hanging around the house:"
There are some darling beads in that bag - I can't wait to start creating something with them.
Thanks SO much, Nat! Your package made my day!
See, Nat's package was obviously a wee bit late for a reason...the universe knew I'd need cheering up after yesterday's math classes.
Lest anyone think that my job is, indeed, one of the easiest in the world, just remember that for every day of 6th grade, language arts bliss (complete with prep period) there are an equal number of days of 8th grade general math with no prep period and children barely held in check.
10 minutes into 2nd period, I had to use my "this-is-not-a-warning-this-is-the-real-thing" voice. They must've understood I meant business because for the next hour I demanded & received absolute silence. But that comes with a price. I can't sit at the desk, that just invites whispering that escalates into talking. I had to constantly patrol the desks, taking time to stand sentry by certain trouble-makers, trying (most times in vain) to get them on task.
And damn it - by the end of the day, my feet were killing me!
The fail rate in middle school is high. Most of these kids just flat don't care. And, as a substitute, there's no way I can make them care. I'm there for a day, maybe two, and, frankly, in some classes any respect I might receive from the kids is only a thin veneer and pushing that too far just invites trouble. I had a child in 4th block that just sat there the entire time. He talked a bit until I forced him to turn around in his seat & at least open his book. So he sat, book open, and stared into space. The last 5 minutes of class he managed to complete 8 problems (I think he probably copied from someone) and then he was surprised I wrote his name down for the teacher to deal with the next day.
When 6th graders come into middle school, for the most part they still have a bit of the sweetness of elementary school clinging to them. They are biddable, tractable. Then there's a HUGE maturity leap between 6th & 7th. In 7th grade you can watch kids slipping away day by day. In 8th grade the hormones & attitude have taken hold and many of these kids are hard. I would definitely support a system that keeps 6th graders in elementary one more year. There really is such a big difference between ages 11 & 12 I think it would be better for everyone involved and aid the learning experience as well.
Why are these kids the way they are? Yesterday I was talking to two of the "troubled" girls & one asked me if, as a parent, I would sneak into my child's room & read a packet of notes she had passed in school & saved for the last 3 years. I told her I wouldn't do that to my kids and she said her Step-Dad had done it the night before. I asked if he was concerned about her involvement with drugs or alcohol or boys. I told her if I was really worried & my kids wouldn't talk to me, then I'd consider snooping.
She (and her friend) looked at me like I was insane. "Talk to my parents? I NEVER talk to them about ANYTHING!" Her friend agreed, saying, "We just argue - they never listen. I tried to talk last night & my Dad argued about called sodas 'Cokes' instead of soda! I gave up."
I think the girls made my point for me, don't you?
We've raised our children with the expectation that they will do the right thing. But, if they don't, they aren't "grounded until next year." One of them gets a "C"? Then we talk & work out a plan so they can pull up the grade. (And you know what? A "C" one semester in middle school isn't something to get all hot & bothered about. I mean, really!) I refuse to punish my children for bad marks, but many, many parents do. Because we don't lower the boom on every little misdemeanor, our kids talk to us. All the time. About everything. Frankly, some things I really don't need to know, but they tell me any way. I was concerned that they would clam up in adolescence, but at this late stage it looks like things will continue to be open between all of us.
And I thank my lucky stars for that every day.
Rant over.
I'm off to more math today....but it's 6th, rather than 8th grade. Whew! I'm hoping for a better day!
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