Habari za jioni!
i am in full africa mode lately, and after the bruising of parent teacher conferences (or as i like to call social rugby) im having to re-evaluate alot of my scope and sequence for the year. you really get a glimpse into the genetic lives of students when you sit polar their parents. in most cases it was encouraging to know that the blank stares and attitude are not just projected in my classroom confines..for others though, it broke my heart to see the “disappointment” factor they must live up to daily. if your son is 10, let him be 10. do not force him to be 35 with a steady job, perfect credit and three diplomas on the wall. it was also a testament to the fact that lovefull marriages /home unions are the building block of successful learners. we try to pound that into the concrete acceptance skulls of some of our most competitive students, but i know that their “failures” will be met sorely at home.
i’d also like to remind you that if your student is doing 11th grade chemistry, 10th grade math, 9th grade language and is in the 5th grade…you have no right to ask their teacher “well how does he compare to other 5th graders in the area?” a) it makes you insensitive b) you come off a a bitch c) you are totally doubting the method and d) thanks for not only shrinking the validity of your kid’s schooling but too crushing my spirit as a teacher.
after tomorrow I will be in full christmas mode. watch out elves.
after tomorrow also marks the Black Month. so im sure you will read plenty of cryptic, cynical and all together sadening posts. you have been warned.
well its been a month. and what a month its been…
finally settling into the house and into the classroom in a way i suppose. alot of excitement and drama. but for the most part just movement.
month of travels.birthdays.concerts.lessonplans.gyms.car accidents.annoyances.
my baby sister moves to San Diego in 3 days. and thats hard. it was great to spend time with her . and even though ill see her in a month for crapsgiving, its really hard to swallow that she cant drop by, i cant drive a few hours to see and that 2 mountain ranges separate us. i know this move is good for her and ours is long coming, but the jealously of coastal living stings. shes a grown girl, she can fend for herself. but as an older sister its my silent duty to worry and meddle..
ive been thinking alot about my career a lot lately. i think the next endeavor will be finishing the montessori training and potentially starting my own school..i know. crazy.
i was in a very scary but luckily only semi threatening car accident yesterday. while driving the cursed GTI, the front tire flew OFF the car while going 60mph on the freeway..it bounced across the freeway onto oncoming traffic and hit a ladies SUV. it damaged her front end and i got off to the shoulder safely. none the less it was terrifying. and having a 2 yr old in the car while it happened was even worse. we literally couldve died. or killed someone else. which is just awful. not sure how long it will take to mentally recover from this. i still randomly break into tears. just the thought of makena being injured or worse in the car is gut wrenching. it was apparently no ones fault, but there will always be guilt and fear.
its mid october. which means i have about a month until the heartache begins all again. it is terrible to have a holiday ruined by pain. and november is never easy for us. i just want it to pass quickly.
to end positively…we took Ken apple picking for the 1st time today. she had a blast, beside the gale winds. she climbed a tree and lugged that basket with the best of them!