I have just a couple of things to talk about today and that’s all.
“And that’s all” is a common Junie B. saying. I love Junie B. I know she does not speak correctly all the time (neither do I) and I know she says dumb and stupid (sometimes I do, too), but she cracks me up. I once told you I read all the books in order every year. I do. My kids ask every.single.day if we have time for Junie B. and when we finish a chapter, they beg for me to start another.
With all of that being said, Kimberley over at First in Maine sent me a message to tell me that Barbara Parks, the author of Junie B., died this weekend.
I am tho thad. Granted, I didn’t know her, but it just makes me so sad. 🙁
Now you’re sad, too.
Now we’re all sad.
I am sorry.
Let’s talk about something happy.
I went to school yesterday and it was a Monday. I feel the need to tell you that in case you didn’t realize it’s already Tuesday, which means I only have three more days until my Thanksgiving break. I thought you should know. Three more days.
So yesterday was Monday and I was told I was going to have a Watch Dog. And we usually get a heads up, but I didn’t get a heads up. Instead, I got a last minute phone call.
I’d love to tell you that I was pleasantly surprised and just overjoyed, but I wasn’t.
I acted like that on the phone, though, you can bet on that.
“No problem!” I said, all cheery and sing songy. “Send him right over! Absolutely! I have a million things for him to do!”
I didn’t. You kind of have to get prepared for a Watch Dog to have a million things to do. Or is that just me? For example, maybe I could have gone back in time and bought ink and then printed that adorable unit out and had the Watch Dog laminate it for me. But I didn’t do that because I didn’t know I had a Watch Dog coming. And it had nothing to do with the Atlanta Housewives. Nope.
I may have been all cheerful on the outside, but I was a little grumpy about it on the inside. A Watch Dog? On a Monday? With no notice? Grrrrr.
Oh my word . . . THEN.
No, it wasn’t Thor.
He just so happened to be a teacher in our district who works at a year round school, and he was off track. And he wanted to TEACH.
He wanted to give me a break.
A break, I said. A BREAK.
So I let him teach! And he did! He taught a compare and contrast lesson and a digraphs lesson and he read our read aloud and I can’t think of what else, because I was pulling kids and working one on one with them. ONE ON ONE.
People, this went on until LUNCH TIME.
And he was very mild mannered. And very quiet. So the kids had to lean forward to hear what he was saying. You could have heard a pin drop.
It was . . . well, it was definitely a method I haven’t tried.
So I tried to talk very quietly today . . . but my kids kept asking what was wrong with me.
And then I’d forget that I was supposed to talk quietly.
Because I don’t talk quietly. And my whole life my parents (and later) my husband have always said, “You don’t need to yell. We’re right here.”
I am not yelling. That’s the thing. That’s just my voice. And it gets louder if I’m excited about something. And it speeds up, too. Just deal.
Ever since I had the Watch Dog, I can’t stop thinking about how much I accomplished.
And I have decided that I might possibly, maybe, perhaps, welllllllll . . . maybe I could entertain the thought of having a student teacher again.
I might consider it.
My last student teacher was amazing. Fabulous. That was three years ago. Maybe four. The one before that . . . hmmmmm. Well. My mom always said if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all.
I am a control freak. I am. I am a nerdladoodle.
So I don’t know.
I just don’t know.
Yeah, probably not.
What do you think?