We knew it was coming. I got just enough rest over the weekend for my body to believe it could afford to get sick, but not quite enough to either (a) get all the way sick or (b) get over it. So I've got a sore throat, and sixteen shouty kids. Bleah.
My desk is still a mess. Maybe I'll get to spend some time tomorrow organizing things -- at least I won't be so crazy exhausted at 3:15 that I can't get anything done.
The teacher who used to have the 3/4 split gave me the wrong teacher's edition for the next set of literacy story-segments. I didn't notice until the end of the day when they wanted to know what the spelling words were. O_o For a worksheet they shouldn't have been getting for several months, they did remarkably well... And of course all my work from the weekend on the train is wasted (or at least everything related to literacy). One more thing to do tomorrow.
I bet I'm the only damn one in the school at 7am tomorrow. But there's just too much to do.
Today's fun quandary is: How do you get kids to not hit back when their parents tell them that hitting back is not only OK, but it's what they SHOULD do? How do you keep recess conflicts from escalating while allowing the kids to save face and not look like wusses?
Anyone?
Sigh.
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