Parody I.E.P.


Dear Readers,

This is ridiculously funny. Just thought you’d get a kick out of this.

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NOTE TO SELF…


Dear SELF,

GIBBERISH MUG...

The stuff you text to yourself @ 3:00 in the morning may very well be unreadable the next day. Apparently, “Quibble, wibble, wobble” is not a real thing!

Here’s the story behind this text. I’ve been having a hard time at work lately and hadn’t been laughing much. Well, that sure changed this afternoon at lunch when I finally settled down to read my “brilliant” texts that I texted myself at 3 a.m.

Let me just begin by saying that I use this particular tactic of sleeping on my problems and letting my subconscious work it out. It usually works for me. However this time, it did not. I was out of my mind to the point where I was texting myself complete and utter gibberish.

Here are some of my gems that I texted myself:

  • A relationship should be better than a sale!
  • Sporadic moments where the price/value of the relationship is lowered.
  • Shoe on the other foot.
  • 8 Principles
  • Ali Baba & the 40 Thieves
  • & of course Quibble, wibble, wobble!

I know that in some faraway or parallel universe, this means something!

Put On Your Oxygen Mask First!, Part 2


Dear Readers,

If you’ve ever ridden on a plane before then you know the spiel the stewardesses give you about putting on your oxygen mask first in case of emergency. They tell you that you have to help yourself first. You can’t help anyone if you’re not in good shape and can’t breathe.

Oxygen Mask

I said (wrote) the above to say that at my organization’s regional PD, teachers with perfect attendance were recognized. That’s when I thought to myself that I’ll probably never get a perfect attendance award. For one thing, I believe in using my sick days, or as I like to call them- my mental health days.

If you work in a particularly stressful job (like teaching) as I do, I am totally in support of taking mental health days for… umm, well, your mental health. You have to take care of yourself. If you’re struggling, upset, or burnt out, you are no good to your students. A happy, healthy, and together teacher is of so much more value than a grouchy one. So, remember to put on your oxygen mask first!

Bye for now!

Go Off-y Nuclear Me!


Dear Readers,

I know the title is strange but that’s what I did. I went off on a student today. Usually I’m more patient and will try to figure out why the child was having a bad day. Well, today I’d just received word that I’m getting two more students. That was not something that I wanted to hear. I’m already overwhelmed and feel as if I’m not doing the best that I can, and now I have two more to add to that!!!!

KEEP CALM...

So, this is what happened. Usually I stand at the door at the beginning of class to greet the students. However, another student came in and was needy, off the bat, so I was distracted. Well, this particular student took advantage of that and came in loud and wanting to play. I told him if he wasn’t ready to sit in class without disrupting, that he could step out of the classroom for a couple of minutes. He did exercise that option; he went to the counseling office. Once he returned, nothing had changed. He was still disruptive. At this point, I was still trying to work with him, but he continued. I called him and the other disruptive student over to my desk and gave them two choices since I’d already talked to them about 5-6 times at this point. I gave them the choice of behaving or having a parent conference. They said they’d behave. Do you think they did? No, they did not. So, after he’d been disruptive for about the 10th time (I’m not exaggerating!), I told him to leave the class and go to the counseling office.

I was honestly at my wits end. I’ll talk to him to tomorrow. However, even though I’ll talk to him tomorrow and see if he had a bad weekend and that was the reason for the misbehavior, he’s still going to have consequences- lunch detention. I’ll let you know how it goes by the weekend because right now I am about to go out to a movie with my husband.

Bye for now!

A Great Day!


Dear Readers,What matters most...

*Warning- This post is going to be kinda’ long!*

Today, was a great day; I had so much growth. So, this is what happened. One student tried to sucker punch me by calling a surprise parent conference, two other students were on the verge of committing a hate crime, and yet another had an epic meltdown.

After all of that, why do you think I say that it was a great day?

Well, I said it thought it was a great day because of the way I handled it. I went through the proverbial fire quite well & unscathed, thank you very much!

Several days at a time

Situation #1- Surprise Parent Conference

Do these ever end well?

You don’t have to answer that. I’ll answer it for you. No, they do not!

In order to tell you about this student, I have to give you a little background info. This particular student, I’ll call her Disney, likes to skirt the rules since she doesn’t think that they apply to her. She also likes to use her disability as a crutch. Another thing she does is tell everyone who will listen that she’s only a kid. However, the next minute, she will tell everyone who will listen that she’s almost grown since she’ll soon be 18. Well, make up your mind! Which one are you?

Did I mention that she takes absolutely no responsibility for anything. EVERYTHING is always someone else’s fault.

So, that’s how this particular student behaves. Since she takes absolutely no responsibility, she was trying to get ahead of the problem and have an excuse as to why her grades were low. So she came up with the brilliant idea to say that I wasn’t helping her. She even bad-mouthed me to the other teachers, who told her that they knew it wasn’t true. I asked her about it and she insisted that I wasn’t helping her. I think that’s because our ideas of “help” are totally different. You see, the SpEd assistant last year practically wrote her papers for her. So, when she says I’m not helping her, what she’s saying is that I’m not writing her papers for her.

There is no way I’ll do someone else’s work. I didn’t do that for my own children or anyone else, for that matter. Why would I do that? Not to mention that I would be taking valuable learning experiences away from them. Part of learning is struggling. If the student doesn’t struggle or wrestle with something a little, then they don’t learn as much; at least, that’s my way of thinking on that.

So, unbeknownst to me, she told her mother that I hurt her feelings a week ago (laughable). Now, this is laughable because she holds nothing in. The moment something bothers her, she says something about it and keeps talking about it until she gets resolution. That’s why I didn’t buy that I hurt her feelings. She is very conniving & not very nice. That’s all I’ll say about that.

GAY

Now, on to Number 2. Two of my most unruly students were saying homophobic slurs to one of my other students. So, I shot a quick email to the 9th grade counselor to have a conference with them so they wouldn’t commit a hate crime later in the future. They came away from the meeting with contempt for me, cursing me as they walked down the hall, taking no responsibility, whatsoever.

I didn’t know what to say because everything is always everyone else’s fault. Nothing is ever their fault. I just wonder if they’re ever going to wake up and smell the proverbial coffee. I’m so uncertain about their future. I hope it ends well. I’m not sure what else I can do for them since they take absolutely no responsibility for their actions. Time will tell!

MELTDOWN

On to the last & final matter. One of my students had an epic meltdown and thought he was nothing because he got a “D” on an assignment which is equivalent to an “NP” in my organization. Believe me when I say that it was epic. He was throwing his pens & pencils and he was on the verge of tears. His English teacher asked if I could take him out so I went to speak to him. He said that he couldn’t because he didn’t want to miss class. I let him know that the English teacher said that it was okay for him to leave. So, I take him out of the classroom and ask if he wants some water. He says that the water fountain right outside the class is nasty, so I take him to another fountain. While walking down the steps, I continue to talk to him to calm him down. I offer him a stress ball that I have in my classroom to replace his stress ball he lost. He declines. I also tell him how my son likes to play in water. He admits that he likes to play in water too, so I send him into the men’s restroom to get his water fix. After that, he’s calm enough to go back to class. I tell him that we’ll work with his teachers to cut his assignments.
“Is that something that makes you happy?”

He nods!

We go back into class.

He’s happy!

Keep in mind that this all happened in one day, actually within about three hours. Although I was exhausted at the end of the day because of the sheer emotional output, I was fine. Once I took a nap, that is!

So, that was a my day- my great day!

I hope your day was great, as well. Bye for now!

My Secret Weapon- Dr. Seuss’ “Sleep Book”


Well Dear Readers,

I’d forgotten about this surefire way to go back sleep when you’re torn out of your sleep- read Dr. Seuss’ Sleep Book. I recall one time that I read it to my class and we all started falling asleep. So, since I still don’t have the superpower of going back to sleep whenever I want to, I remembered that that works for me.

I’m going to buy it and have it handy for those times when I can’t go back to sleep. I think this makes a great gift for new parents or parents with small children.

Don’t believe me, just watch!

(15:12)

*Note*- My daughter came in my room to lay in my bed like she usually does and we both fell fast asleep.

Captain Obvious Here!


Dear Readers,

I’m going to be Captain Obvious here and say that being a Special Education Teacher is soooooooo much work. Sometimes it feels hard; really hard. Sometimes I feel really overwhelmed because I have this huge responsibility and I’m not sure that I’m doing a good job.

Of course it always feels like there’s more I can be doing. It feels like, this year especially, I have so much to do; at times it feels like it’s too much to do.

However, I’ll just do as I always do and do it. I’ll keep you updated. Captain Obvious signing out!