Two more days. Two more days. Two more days.
First, I have to give a big shout out to all of my peeps. Man, my last post had such wonderful, amazing, sweet, can’t-believe-it comments that I don’t know what to say. I really don’t. I wish I had the right words but the only words I can think of are . . . well, I can’t think of any. So you know those comments meant the world to me.
Also, Hadar of Miss Kindergarten is trying to get me more followers because she thinks I have low self esteem. Not really. She thinks I have low blog esteem. So she is going to give away her new Snow Packet to one lucky person if I reach 1000 followers. Really. I’m not joking. I didn’t ask her to do this, either. And if I analyze my post (Which I never do. I don’t. Who would do that? Not me. Really. Never. I just wouldn’t. Leave me alone.), I don’t think I hinted at this, either. But there you have it. Hadar, thank you. When I meet you IRL, I’m going to give you a big ole hug. If that’s okay. I mean, what do you guys think? We’ve never met but I feel like I know all of you and if we were to meet, I’d hug you and ask you how little Suzy or Drew or your adorable dogs are doing. Anywho, go check it out for yourselves.
Now let’s talk about pie. Today, we had our PTT meeting with the staff. I saw them yesterday at our Staff Breakfast in which our principal provides eggs, bacon, sausage, and some other goodies that I do not eat (because I am picky and one of the things I do not eat is a protein breakfast. I prefer carbs such as bagels, croissants, English muffins, toaster strudels, pop tarts, and creamer with coffee) so I just sit there and chit chat. My point is, I just saw the staff yesterday.
Well, today, I saw them again and we got our First Trimester District Assessment Data. And there were pie graphs. With advanced, proficient, basic, below basic, and far below basic percentages and other fancy math talk that is beyond my level of first grade skills.
People, I didn’t like my pie. Which makes sense because I ordinarily do not like pie. I occasionally enjoy apple pie but it has to have LOTS and LOTS of ice cream. The pie also needs to be heated. But other than that, I don’t generally like pie.
And I didn’t like this pie. I had some advanced, some proficient and some other stuff. Oh, the shame. But here’s why I believe my pie came out of the oven that way: I feel that our two-and-a-half-hour-holier-than-thou-language-arts-block is why my pie doesn’t look so good. I am teaching a “one size fits all” curriculum and therein lies my problem. My pie is PLAIN. It’s COLD and there is NO ICE CREAM.
I need it heated with ice cream. And apparently, my kids do, too. Then it’s fun and exciting and enjoyable and each kid gets the right sized piece.
UGH. I have NEVER had a pie like this in my entire teaching career.
I’m going to stop now for fear that someone might read this (powers that be) and try to shove ANY old pie in my pie hole.
I have to tell you that I couldn’t blog (and barely got a chance to blog stalk) last night because our bible study was moved to Tuesday for just this week. And tonight, I’ve been cleaning my house because I’m having some friends over tomorrow and then the day after that, my family arrives. (Can I just say mopping my floors on a Wednesday night is not what I want to be doing, and I need to go watch Survivor so my floors just got a quick brush-brush tonight and that’s all?) So it is with a heavy heart and a tear rolling down my cheek that I have to tell you that I don’t think I will be able to post again until Saturday. GASP. Whatever will I do? I may get the shakes.
But I may get to sneak one in. We’ll see. My twin may encourage it, and even though she will be sitting right next to me, she may tell me to JUST WRITE ALREADY.
I wish I had a freebie for you. But I don’t. Let’s count Hadar’s special giveaway for me as that for now.