Mrs. Hillbilly Mom was right on schedule with the typing of her blog tonight. But then her child decided that she should do his math homework for him, because he didn't understand. That meant a hour of him stuck to her like glue, asking on every problem, "I don't get it. What do I do?" For the record, he did actually read the problems, and make an attempt. But still...it's not MY homework. You can't tell me he's the only child in that class who doesn't know how to do these problems. He is in some class that has the smarty math kids. They are doing 8th grade work at the beginning of the 7th grade year. He is not expected to know how to do all of the problems. I know that. I spent an entire year next door to this class. And every day, I heard, "If you don't know how to do some of them, we will go over them tomorrow." I do not think I should be walking him through all of them. He thinks otherwise. I am going to email his teacher for her opinion.
Now I am behind schedule. It's hard to get anything done with the apron strings so tight. I am tired of living my life for everyone else. I did not even have time to take my check to the bank today. I had forgotten that it was payday. Go figure! The first payday since June 5, and I forgot all about it. I have been too busy. Too busy doing 7th grade homework. Too busy staying after school for an hour every day to get materials ready for the next day, and put in grades, and run copies because the copier is mysteriously booked up during my plan time every day. Oh. Did I mention that my plan time is 6th hour? I'm sure I did. The day (much like the school year) is almost over by then. I wish things were like the olden days when I first started teaching. All I had to do was teach. No frills. No club days and reading days and advisory days and weekly writing assignments and computers to enter grades and helping kids plan their 4-year schedules and trying to fit in some actual teaching in the spare time. And the Old Red Gradebook was the Bible. Anything you needed...right there in green and pale green. You could carry it with you and work anywhere.
Ahh...the good old days. How I yearn for them.
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Send that paycheck this way if you're not using it :-)
I don't see how teachers teach or how students learn, these days. There is so much time spent on meetings, etc. I don't envy you, although you seem to handle it well.
Lukkee your boy has a very smart momma to help him with his homework..and they are all alike these kids when they say I dont geddit, lol
Lantern,
Well...I never said I wasn't USING it. I have to make up for that $850 lawnmower yard ornament, you know.
Betty,
The minutiae has been piled upon me gradually. I'm just so old that I can remember the good ol' days.
Cazzie,
Kids these days! They want something for nothing.
The first payday since June 5? WTF!? Every two months?????
Ann,
Nope. Twice a month. June 5, we got six checks: June, July, August. I have to deposit them, then only show one month at a time in the check book, or HH goes wild and does something like buy an $850 lawnmower or something.
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