I knew it was coming . . . but I still couldn’t believe it when I was told progress reports were due.
That means that we are halfway through this first trimester.
I still feel like I’m getting to know these kids which means I don’t really know them, not really, plus I got new students when our K/1 combo was dissolved, and then there was that week that I got a new little girl and she left after the second day. As in, left. THE SCHOOL.
Do you hear what I am saying?
SHE LEFT THE SCHOOL AFTER ONLY TWO DAYS.
Her name (and I’m obviously changing her name to protect her, this is not her real name, just go with it) was Alexandra. But she went by Alex.
ALEX LEFT THE SCHOOL AFTER ONLY TWO DAYS.
And this was after I had prepped everything for her in order to make her feel welcome and loved. Labels, folders, this and that, new crayons, a gold tag pocket with her name on it, a new sharing schedule, an AR card, and even a BRAND NEW PENCIL. (Pencils are hard to come by these days so I thought I should point that out.)
Also, yes, I saw that pin on Pinterest, and I DO have New Student Bags ready to go . . . but you still HAVE TO PREP THE STUFF INSIDE. WITH NAMES.
AND YES, I USE STUDENT NUMBERS. But those only take you so far. And then you really do have to use a student’s name. Believe me. It’s considered polite and the parents will thank you at parent conferences when you call their child ZOIE rather than NUMBER FIFTY SIX.
And, because I only had 30 desks out, I had to get an old, dusty, grimy desk out from underneath my back counter and FIND A PLACE TO PUT IT.
People. I have five table groups. There are six desks in each table group.
Let’s review. Six times fives = thirty.
I had to squeeze a desk into a table group. It just about killed me because thirty-one is odd, if you didn’t know. It is ODD! Now the desks are not EVEN!
Hold on. I need to smell the soup. My anxiety is getting to me about the oddness of this.
Okay. I’m back.
I wiped that dirty desk off with a Clorox wipe (not a Lysol wipe, I’m not really a fan of the Lysol ones for some reason, but if you asked me why, I couldn’t really articulate it) and I squeezed it into the Table Three table group. Which means table three has SEVEN kids in it now.
SEVEN KIDS. At TABLE THREE.
Seriously. Just kill me now.
But then ALEX LEFT. After TWO DAYS. Did I say that already?
I really liked her. And she fit right in. And by the end of the first day, Alex was holding hands with the other girls during recess.
Once I was told she wasn’t coming back, I had a momentary mini celebration as I thought about the fact that I could relegate that odd desk back to the dark and dank Back Counter Underneath-ness.
It was short lived.
My class of thirty-one students went back down to thirty in a span of two days, but went right back up to thirty-one THE VERY NEXT DAY.
I got a new little boy.
And, rather than make ALL OF THE NEW STUFF THAT A NEW STUDENT REQUIRES AND GO THROUGH WHAT I HAD JUST GONE THROUGH NOT THREE DAYS BEFORE, we just call him Alex.
Even though his name is John.
It’s close enough.
I just found out I may be losing another student.
I’m not having any kid of mini-celebration. I’ve got my eye on the revolving door.
Do you have a revolving door?
*Obviously, I am kidding about calling a student by the wrong name.