Countdown to last day of school
Happy Monday, school ends on Wednesday.
Played Trash-ket Ball with the Orchestra this morning. (They form teams and answer music theory questions for shooting points, then use that many points to sink a nerf ball into the trash can.) One of our 6th graders, who was on suspension last week for some infraction, shows up late to class and clearly strung out on something. During the Trash-ket Ball game the ball goes past him and he suddenly falls out of his chair trying to duck. All I can think of is, he must have dropped acid this morning. Two days to go!!!
Put the Incredibles on for the Concert Band while Marcus and I worked on packing up the music room. Since we are not going to be here next year, we have to be totally out of the room by Wednesday at 3:00 pm with the keys turned in to the office.
I skipped out to pick up Thomas from the airport, he has been in Colorado with Maggie and Lee. Brought Thomas back to school and he helped us move things and pack more stuff. It is amazing the amount of personal stuff a teacher accumulates over 6 years! Marcus and I did a "you want this?" session with posters and room decor bits. I had him take all of it because he will be able to use it at his new school back in Texas. Where am I going to put a 6 foot poster of the Major Scales?
The nearby high school is having finals this week, so the high schoolers are coming back on campus for visits. One of last year's Special Girls, (read: Skank) came in with a posse of fellow high school girls who didn't attend our school. One girl stepped up and wrapped her arms around Marcus, took a deep sniff and said, "Wow, you smell really good!" Then Last Year's Skank and this new girl of hers wrap their bodies around poor Marcus who is trying to get free without touching anyone. Mean Old Mrs Reynolds says, "Get off him NOW. This is sexual abuse." Then they argue that this isn't sexual abuse, but sexual harrassment, ha ha ha. Me:"Get off and get out." They leave. Marcus is wide eyed and horrified. Can't blame him. Stupid girls.
Two more days...
Played Trash-ket Ball with the Orchestra this morning. (They form teams and answer music theory questions for shooting points, then use that many points to sink a nerf ball into the trash can.) One of our 6th graders, who was on suspension last week for some infraction, shows up late to class and clearly strung out on something. During the Trash-ket Ball game the ball goes past him and he suddenly falls out of his chair trying to duck. All I can think of is, he must have dropped acid this morning. Two days to go!!!
Put the Incredibles on for the Concert Band while Marcus and I worked on packing up the music room. Since we are not going to be here next year, we have to be totally out of the room by Wednesday at 3:00 pm with the keys turned in to the office.
I skipped out to pick up Thomas from the airport, he has been in Colorado with Maggie and Lee. Brought Thomas back to school and he helped us move things and pack more stuff. It is amazing the amount of personal stuff a teacher accumulates over 6 years! Marcus and I did a "you want this?" session with posters and room decor bits. I had him take all of it because he will be able to use it at his new school back in Texas. Where am I going to put a 6 foot poster of the Major Scales?
The nearby high school is having finals this week, so the high schoolers are coming back on campus for visits. One of last year's Special Girls, (read: Skank) came in with a posse of fellow high school girls who didn't attend our school. One girl stepped up and wrapped her arms around Marcus, took a deep sniff and said, "Wow, you smell really good!" Then Last Year's Skank and this new girl of hers wrap their bodies around poor Marcus who is trying to get free without touching anyone. Mean Old Mrs Reynolds says, "Get off him NOW. This is sexual abuse." Then they argue that this isn't sexual abuse, but sexual harrassment, ha ha ha. Me:"Get off and get out." They leave. Marcus is wide eyed and horrified. Can't blame him. Stupid girls.
Two more days...