Soul of a Tired and Melancholy Poet
Ok, so today was hell on wheels. I had 8 Kindergarteners, instead of the 6 I had the two previous days. Chris, the lil terror, was there, and he didnt leave early this time. Whaaaa! There was a new kid, Justin, who was such a cry baby. I wanted to slap him so bad! (Gosh, is that bad?) Ha, I think not! Anyway, he whined out in a baby like voice everytime one of the other kids accidentally pushed his chair or stepped on him or anything at all. I'm like, dang, stop whining. To make matters worse, he was so lazy, didnt want to do his homework, and then conveniently told me his "stomach hurt." Yeah, whatever, u lil troll! So I told him to put his head down, and told him if he's sick, he needs to act that way. I told him I didnt expect him to be running around later playing with the rest of the kids if he's so called "sick." After a little while, he started to play around, and I scolded him. He then told me he was tired, and soon fell asleep. U dont know how happy I was. If it were up to me, I would have sedated the whole batch of kids for an hour. Ha. Chris wasnt as bad as he was Tuesday; Matthew took the title of terror troll today. He wouldnt listen at all. When I would speak to him, he would turn his back on me, and put his head down and not make eye contact when I told him to look at me. Needless to say, I insatiably enjoyed telling his aunt about his lack of good behavior. Overall, just glad the day was over. We had our staff meeting afterwards, and it was ok. Seems like my incompetent site manager is finally getting the ropes of her job---6 weeks after the program started. Ha, better late than never though, huh?
However, there is something that saddens me though. Some of the sixth graders I was with the first couple of weeks in the program approached me today and ask me when I am going to be their tutor again. They like me and want me back. I felt so bad telling them that I dont know. And that's the truth, because I have been a floater since I started. My site manager assigns me to all different grades, and puts me in classes where the teachers/tutors will be absent or where there are too many kids for tutors. I feel like I have let down the kids, but it's not my fault. My site manager knows I wanted my fixed cluster of kids from day one, but she continues to put me where there needs to be quick replacements and fillers. I have to metamorphasize every time I go with a different class. This is the first week I have been with the same group for more than a day. For the remaining two weeks of the program, I hope she puts me back with those sixth graders because I truly enjoyed them---for a day.
Ok, so my whole affair with the UPS guy. I dont know if I would ever have the balls to ask for his number. I aint even sure if he wants me. I dont even know his name. Also, I have a fear of rejection...especially when it comes to guys. I have been hurt in the past sooo many times and looked like the fool. For now, and I know I am hardening my heart and being stubborn, he would have to make the first move. Not that I aint gonna encourage him to make it. I will. *Winks at littlehooli and MalindaMichelle*.