I can't believe I went three days without blogging and/or stalking (although I did stalk a little bit but I did not exceed the maximum daily allowance as usual). People, those report cards got the best of me. Apparently, deadline means they are ACTUALLY due by 3:00 on Friday. I was shocked, surprised, and dismayed that our server didn't go down -- that's what tends to happen every trimester and then we get a bonus email telling us that we have an extra two to three days!!!! But no, no, no, not this time. So . . . on top of report cards, I had to finish my assessments and write those sub plans for that stupid meeting that I was a part of at the district.
I want to tell you about that meeting so bad!!!!! But I am pretty sure it's confidential. Even though that was never stated, I am pretty sure it was implied when attorneys showed up. Uh huh. And we had nine people on "our side" and they had nine people on "their side". Dang. Let me say again that I had nothing to do with this. They just needed a general ed. teacher. The meeting lasted for about four hours. Would you like to know what I got to contribute?
I was asked a question. I replied yes.
That's it. For four whole hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was torture. I NEEDED to talk. Not about what was going on but about something! Survivor from the night before? Bev Hills Housewives from Monday? The heat? My cute top? That person's hair across the table, or that person's cute accent, or that person's crazy perspective? SOMETHING. Talk about cruel and unusual punishment. Oh no. I can't talk. So never mind.
As soon as I got out of the meeting, I called everyone I knew. And talked about all of the above. My principal said I didn't have to go back to school but I sure did. I caught up with the secretaries and the morning kinder teachers and our day custodian. Phew. I thought I might have lost my voice (hubby was hoping).
Back in the classroom, I was doing lots of assessments. I have one more writing assessment to give so that I can show parents another authentic piece of writing. I am not going to help them on this one. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not. No maps. No brainstorming. No, I am not spelling that for you, no matter how cute you are! Don't ask. (Okay, it's w-h-e-r-e but don't ask again) Yes, I have a problem. I think I help too much when it comes to writing and then I wonder who wrote what. So some of the writing pieces I have to show parents look like their child is ready to be a published author. That's a problem because I teach first grade.
Here is what we are going to do this week (in between the District wide Disaster Drill, Red Ribbon Week activities, book fair, Math District Assessments, and a Science assembly) for a writing assessment.
I figure I will read some version of the Three Little Pigs first and then let them go. If you'd like this, just click on the pic.
I am off to get ready for a five year old's birthday party. I can't wait to hit the pinata and pin that tail on the donkey. :)