multi tasking.

i must multitask at all times. for example, as i type away i am listening/watching the late Randy Pausch's lecture on time management. I just finished his book, the Last Lecture. I'd like to add, that in addition to listening to a lecture and typing a blog, I am now talking to my mom.

ok well i won't like i had to pause, because my mom started asking me a hundred questions that required me to search online for random addresses. Anyway, back to my point i must multi task. I remember back in the old days when we hooked up to the internet through dial up, I always have to be doing at least two other things or I would lose my mind and throw the computer out of the second floor window, which it was conviently sititng in front of. Things I used to do, were draw all over the table cloth and then table, play random games on the comuter, push bottons, chat on the phone, or, my favorite, play grand theft auto and kill random poeple. this was my favorite becuase it consumed my mind, while I waited the never ended loading but I got much of my frustration out of killing random characters.

I will continue to multi task by making this a two in one post and address my day yesterday as well.

rosa told me that yesterday was a "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day" much like Alexander had and she too was moving to austrilia. I realize now that I am doing something that i hate, by addressing something that may only be known to elementrary school kids and their teachers. However, i assume at one point everyone was a kid and may have read Alexanader than very bad day, and i'll leave it at that.

my assitant principal told me that one of my paraprofessionals would have to be switched out for another, becuase that one cannot be around another student for any longer. the worst part about it, that we really do work well together, we accomplish a lot. everyone gets a long very well, I know she is very close to the other paras and its unfair to her that she should be displaced becuase of the accusations of crazy woman. Sadly, as i told them, there is absolutely nothing i can do about it. I feel like the expected me to change it, but I have not even been there a year and i have NO say. Even if i did, the ap doesn't care, me fighting her would only make it worse. she could careless about my feelings on the matter. all i had to say was, it is what it is.

yesterday, we went to an assembly. I used to love assemblies, yay! no class! I thought it would be pretty similar as a teacher, yay! no class! FALSE. maybe that would be true, if i went without my class, but its seems that they follow me wherever I go, seriously, one kid asked me if he could go to the bathroom with me. If this kid had the option he'd follow me home, except I told him I live at the school.

the assembly was a belated black histoy month celbreation with an african music and dance show. It started with Evan, he was all hyped for the show. If we could go to a show everyday, he'd be pleased, well until we got there and then he'd lose it. my kids have difficulty with waiting periods, especially Evan, wait is something he doesn't entirely grasp. So as we were waiting he was grabbing and scratching me, his mom was there also to see the show, was telling him to stop from down the asile. Then a kid behind me, in a friend's class, started to get anxious. His teacher referes to him as a "bulldog" or the "protector." He doesn't appreciate student on teacher violence. He was beginning to get agitated with Evan's abuse and in one quick motion, took his book and smacked Even in the back of the head. It was so fast no one could stop him and Evan didn't even have an idea of what happened. His mom was in hysterics, not in the overly concerned "is my child harmed" way, but that dying of laughter way. She is oh to aware of Evan's behavior and found it down right amusing that he got a taste of his own medicine. Soon enough, Evan was wrapped up against my arm, calm as a cucomber.

Next, Juno (I can never keep track of the fake names i give the kids, so Juno it is) Juno, a boy, is a big baby. He is ten and crying every single day should be far beyond him, but at home he does what he wants when he wants and at school its slightly a different story, which he really doesn't appreciate. Everyday he tries to tell us no school, and then breaks and cries. To me and the paras, his crying is built into our routine, we move on with our lives and push him along. However, at assembly people think there is something genuinely wrong with the poor boy crying. I want to say no, he's crying becuase he is a spoiled brat. I adore him, but he is a brat. So now on one side, I have the scratcher on the other Juno is off and on weeping.

is it beginning to be clear why assemblies are less than fantastic?

Then, oh no it doesn't stop. some "selected" students were invited to go on stage and dance with the performers. I'd lke to preface this part of the story with, there were about 500 people there including all the units, principals and parents. I'll contine, John wanted to go on stage, however no one "selected" him to go, so he couldn't just walk up there. I had to no voice in the selection process, but John did not care. He was giving the para next to him a hard time, so i squezzed my way down the asile to assist in a discrete contaniment. I'd like to also add, we were sititng dead center in the front. I attempted not to make a big scene, as I did that my lovely student was continously throughing his elbow into my chest, body weigh behind it. Then I finally got him to sit down next me, and he continued his fit unitl he bit me! yes, i said it the little fucker bit me. I couldn't belive it. See, I had a seweater and long sleeve shirt on, so i didnt feel it right away until the pinch. my response: oh my god, he bit me. he's out of here. I had a male para from another class help me escort him out. I got outside and told him that I was going to tell the police if he didn't behave, there were about 6 security guards there and I used them in my ploy for him to knock his nonesense off.

then i had an iep meeting for an hour in a hot, stuff, tiny room with 6 people scrunch into. :(