So, I’m pretty much a lump right now. With the luncheon done, I’ve checked off the last “big” thing I need to do this spring besides, you know, teaching. That might be the death of me that teaching.
On Friday I had a girl squawking at me like a wet hen. The part of the tirade that cracked me up the most BEFORE I sent her to the office? “You expect me to read THIS book???? YOU expect ME to read this book????” I didn’t get to deliver my answer to her question. She kept on squawking. But my answer, had I been able to give it was, “Yes. Yes, I DO expect you to read this book, because this is language arts class, and IN language arts class, we read. We read a lot. In fact, you are standing in a school building where teaching is going on and therefore, this place is RESPLENDENT with things that are in the process of being read or WAITING to be read. So, yes. Reading this book is expected of you.”
She was in such a lather over every single thing I tried to do to de-escalate the situation, that after I sent her to the office (still fussing at me ALL THE WAY) I walked into the room and asked her friend if she might, indeed, be smoking crack. ‘Cause I just couldn’t figure out all of the squawking. I am guessing she had a bad day.
We’ve been reading (imagine that–READING) about Abraham Lincoln this week. I am so intrigued by his story. I made a power point of photos of him including the items that were in his pockets the day he was assassinated. Interesting stuff.
My mother is still here. Today she took the kids and me to Dollar General–the closest thing to Wal-Mart within 15 miles of us–where Victoria got a pair of sunglasses, Thad got a Super Soaker, and I got three tops and a cute, little condiment/cutlery holder. Then we went to Burger King and ate. Then we went to a sort of Flea Market/Antique Store to look at a china cabinet that caught my eye a few months back. It is similar in size and coloring to my Granny’s, and it’s the right price. I wanted something “matching” to put on the other side of the window. She is going to spend tomorrow night and Monday with Tony’s parents–I’m feeding them lunch for mother’s day tomorrow–then going back home early Tuesday. We will miss her. We’ve gotten spoiled having her here.
On the way to church Wednesday night, we were discussing the various and sundry ways to ward off misquitoes. Moving to the country means leaving behind the handy dandy spray trucks that used to make their way through our neighborhood under the cover of darkness to fog the misquitoes. Victoria is a misquito magnet, so Tony said he’d heard that taking and abundance of garlic capsules would keep them away–you have just enough of a garlic hint that the misquitoes won’t bother you. After he tried every way possible to convince Victoria that she should give it a go, she finally said to her Daddy, “Knock yourself out. I’m not doin’ it.”
And on Friday night, my baby girl OH-fficially became a part of the youth group. How can this be? She will be able to attend teen functions starting in June. Again, I say HOW, HOW, HOW can this be??? She has a girl mentor who has already taken Victoria under her wing. It’s an exciting time. . .but it still breaks my heart.