2003-08-30 - 9:05 p.m.
another day, another dollar.
another psycho.
actual psychos. in my class. i realize i have not really gone into the extent of the wacky behavior in my class. here goes:
one student has some serious psychological problems. one has a serious self-esteem issue. one is a manipulative little boy who like to refuse to do anything i ask. then there's the refuser who thinks his parents will never know because they don't speak english. haha! we have a bilingual teacher.
so this week my little psych case was mostly out of the room. she acts up, makes up stories about people, and refuses to do anything i ask. i say black, she says white. i say stand, she sits down. errg. this week, one of her stories was that some other kid called her a negro. a negro? i was like, ok first, what? and you're white. so, again, WHAT? then another kid puked in the bathroom, so the next day she was oh so very ill. when i say this kid puked, i mean it was like his tummy exploded. exploded! the janitor took a look, looked back at me, and was not happy about his career choice. anyway, he got attention for it, so of course, she required the same.
so, refuser #1 decided he would rather play with a rubber band than take his spelling test. i told him, put it away. he did not, so i took it away. well, he refused to do the rest of the test. i gave him his vocabulary test and told him to go to another room to do it and come back when he was ready to be a part of our class. he sat under his desk and refused to move. he had to be removed by another teacher. i am so calling his mom.
self-esteem also decided not to take his test. we have a rule: no talking during a test. he was making random noises so i gave him a warning. as soon as i finished saying "no talking," he started making noises! so i took away his test! he just sat there scribbling away on notecards. he also had to go to another room. when he had calmed down and came back, i took the notecards. they just said "killkillkillkillkill" over and over again. i think it was just for attention, but i gave it to the guidence counselor anyway. it's really frustrating; he's such a good kid, but sooooooo hard on himself. then he does his notecard thing.
so that was just FRIDAY!!!!! arrg! i changed the seating arrangement so that i have teams of two. my four wacky one are each in a corner of the room and i have my chatters and work-avoiders paired with quiet, studious kids. i reaaally hope it helps. on friday, i had to play "simon says" just to get them to listen to me at the end of the day. i was saying things like, "ok, touch your nose, put your hand on top of your head, now out your hands on your desk, now move your desk so that it's in a row with the one in front of you....." who does that? i'm starting recess on tuesday. i'm going to write "recess" on the board. any time they don't do what they should, i erase a letter. if the whole thing is erased, they lose recess. i hope it works!
in other news, i've met another internet dating match. actually, two. one may pan out! we've been talking for about a week or so online and he seems a lot nicer than the egomaniac i went out with. the other one is a 41 year old doctor. in his profile, he says he's 31, but do to good genes and his energy lever (or some crap like that) every one says he looks 31! well, in the words of adam sandler, whoopity-doo. still a guy going for chicks half his age. ....yiiiickk......
i'll keep you posted.....
so, my dad thinks i'm too stressed. well, duh!!! he offered me his meds! the coversation went something like this:
"i think you're very stressed, sweetie"
"well, duh."
"i have some anti-anxiety meds i don't really need.."
"are you offering me drugs? my father, the pusher."
"i'm just saying, you react very stongly to things... and i don't really use the full dosage. my doctor told me to take three, but i only ever take two..."
"so i should steal medicine from my disabled father? that's what your saying?"
"i love you sweetie."
"love you too daddy."
!!!!!!!!!! say what!!!!!!!!!!
i told my mom of this craziness. her response? "well, sweetie, i was thinking that you were very stressed too. you know i have some medicine that i don't really NEED....."
ok, you've seen my life. i think i have a valid right to be stressed. so, my job is crazy, my life is crazy, and parents think it's rubbing off on me.
when did everyone get anti-anxiety meds anyway? was there some sort of party i wasn't invited to? man.....
