in front of 20ish of my co-workers and my boss.
And all he asked me was. "Okay, Sara, how are your writing lessons going?"
I said, "Well, we all have our homerooms for writing, so...." and I was gone.
Why, you ask?
Because my children are terrible. I love them, but the suck.
I have taken away recess, ticket trade, library time, and lunch (well... not the eating part, but the part where they get to talk to and see other people.)
They came up with a contract and new consequences and I have implemented that.
I have a point system with them where they have to keep up with 20 points throughout the week to keep their privileges.
They start with 20 and they can earn bonus for Friday Free time....
we started Friday with negative two and ended with five.
I have been assured that it isn't my fault and that they are just crazy... that this group of kids is just exceptionally rough.
I don't really buy all of that.
I am tired. I am hating my job. I dread every morning I have to go to school. I am drowning in a sea of papers to grade, file, and stuff. I feel like I don't know what I am doing.
Apparently, this is normal.
Hooray for me.
2 comments:
oh dear! hang in there--it's got to get better, right?
email me--i have a story for you, but it's too long for a blog comment!
courtneyledwards@hotmail.com
I have been there, I have cried in front of my principal. This is just apart of working at risk kids. Its hard to find the joy - its a hard job period. Satan knows you are going to do GREAT THINGS, inspire kids to become things better than they ever thought. He wants to take that from you and from them. Luckily our God is bigger, and when we call on him he listens, and responds. Sometimes when I came home and wept after a super long hard emotional draining day I felt his arms around me. Draw near to the Lord to give you strenght.
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