So, Saturday was UND's homecoming. We went up there because it was MEA weekend, and because it was homecoming. Sonny was all gung ho to go and insisted that we go to "the Al" by 11am to do a little tailgating.
I will note here that if you ask me, 11am is plenty early for tailgating. Although, I can remember back when Sonny was just my friend and he would insist on getting there by 9 in the morning. Seriously, dude.
So, we get there and we wander around trying to find the people that we are looking for and we eventually do. But then Sonny needs to go and find some other people that he is supposed to meet up with. I come with him thinking that he knows where these people are. He does not. We wander aimlessly around the tailgating lot and then come back to where we started. I tell him that she call the guy he is looking for and then try to find him.
So he does and we set out again. This time, we find the friends. I guess they were at our wedding, but I don't honestly remember. Anyway, as we are talking to them, I see one of my sorority sisters and my cousin Chris.
We head back to our spot in time to grab a potato (people eat the strangest things at tailgating...I would assume hot dogs and burgers, but there is all kinds of crazy stuff out there...like the baked potato).
And it's during this walk back to the potato that I realize that I don't really need to tailgate. It's not really something I couldn't live without doing. I mean what is it, really? A bunch of people out drinking in the morning claiming it's because they love some sports team? I don't get it. But that's just me.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Day off
So, the past week has been crazy, to say the least. I feel like our family has not spent a night together in forever. Let me explain. Last Wednesday, we had conference prep until 5:30. Afterwards, I went and grabbed a bite to eat and ran a shopping errand because I thought my boys were gone for the evening at a lutefisk feed. They were actually home because Lukin was sick.
Thursday was conferences until 8 pm. Then I came home to a sick husband in addition to a sick kid.
Friday was sort of normal, except for my husband was still sick and so needed to go to bed pretty early.
Saturday, we went out for dinner for Sonny's uncle's retirement party. Then after, Lukin and I went over to the in-laws for cake and coffee, but Sonny did not. He went home and went to bed because he still wasn't well and he had to work in the am.
Sunday was somewhat normal.
Monday had conferences until 8 pm again and Lukin stayed at Grandma and Grandpa's because Sonny still wasn't well. So I came home and slept on the couch because the last thing a sick person needs is someone coming in and flipping through the channels as they try to go to sleep and tossing and turning to find a comfy position.
Tuesday, conferences only went until 6 pm, then I met up with my boys at the in-laws for dinner because some friends of Sonny's aunt, who is visiting, flew in from England. So we all had dinner together. Sonny went home as soon as he was finished and Lukin and I stayed until some time after 8 and then came home and game L-train a bath and put him to bed.
Tonight (Wednesday) was the first night in practically a week where both of us were around to put Lukin to bed. And even though I wasn't technically here at bedtime, due to my election judge class, the boys were waiting for me when I got home. And I have to say, it was nice to put Lukin to bed as a family at least once this week.
P.S. In case any of you were wondering about the entry with the kid with staph. Further testing showed that he was, in fact, negative for staph. Thank goodness.
Thursday was conferences until 8 pm. Then I came home to a sick husband in addition to a sick kid.
Friday was sort of normal, except for my husband was still sick and so needed to go to bed pretty early.
Saturday, we went out for dinner for Sonny's uncle's retirement party. Then after, Lukin and I went over to the in-laws for cake and coffee, but Sonny did not. He went home and went to bed because he still wasn't well and he had to work in the am.
Sunday was somewhat normal.
Monday had conferences until 8 pm again and Lukin stayed at Grandma and Grandpa's because Sonny still wasn't well. So I came home and slept on the couch because the last thing a sick person needs is someone coming in and flipping through the channels as they try to go to sleep and tossing and turning to find a comfy position.
Tuesday, conferences only went until 6 pm, then I met up with my boys at the in-laws for dinner because some friends of Sonny's aunt, who is visiting, flew in from England. So we all had dinner together. Sonny went home as soon as he was finished and Lukin and I stayed until some time after 8 and then came home and game L-train a bath and put him to bed.
Tonight (Wednesday) was the first night in practically a week where both of us were around to put Lukin to bed. And even though I wasn't technically here at bedtime, due to my election judge class, the boys were waiting for me when I got home. And I have to say, it was nice to put Lukin to bed as a family at least once this week.
P.S. In case any of you were wondering about the entry with the kid with staph. Further testing showed that he was, in fact, negative for staph. Thank goodness.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Weekends
Why is it that the weekends always seem to slip away from us? I only had three things written in my planner for this weekend: dig for some school supplies at my in-laws, have some pants measured so my mother-in-law could hem them, and take my wedding ring in for its 6-month check. I didn't get any of them done. Strangely enough, I was at my in-laws both last night and this evening, so it's not like I didn't have the chance for the first two.
The only problem with the pants thing is that I have six pairs of pants for her to hem. If I give them all to her at once, what will I wear? I hope she can do them in a week's time so I can get them back, and wear them before I am done with this job.
(Okay, okay, it's not like I don't have at least 6 other pairs of pants that I can wear. It's just that they are not my new faves.)
The only problem with the pants thing is that I have six pairs of pants for her to hem. If I give them all to her at once, what will I wear? I hope she can do them in a week's time so I can get them back, and wear them before I am done with this job.
(Okay, okay, it's not like I don't have at least 6 other pairs of pants that I can wear. It's just that they are not my new faves.)
Friday, October 10, 2008
The-icing-on-the-cake of days
So, yesterday was a tip-top day (detect dripping sarcasm). It started out okay enough. But things quickly went sour as I went into my first class to find out that my 3rd hour class was going to have a parent observer. Great. Not only was I not ready for that class, but now I was going to have a parent watching.
2nd hour I am scrambling trying to get something together for the 3rd hour. Suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. Normally, I wouldn't care. But I had less than 30 minutes to crank out some fantastic lesson plan (because I had totally scrapped the lesson I had planned at the beginning of the week due to how difficult it was), along with some one-on-one work for, you guessed it, the student that had the parent observing.
Period 3 arrives and I head to class. It's usually warm in the this classroom, but it feels like it's boiling with me in front of the whole class and mom sitting in waiting. So I am greeting each of the students individually to begin. This is what I do at the beginning of every class, and I don't care if the mom likes it or not.
So I am waiting for one of the students to reply. Some are verbal, some are not. I am waiting at on a student that can at least say 'hi' and 'good' to answer how he is doing. Anyway. So I am waiting for the student to reply and he is touching my hand. And he is looking at it, and turning it over and studying it. The PSA beside him is telling him to keep his hands to himself. I don't mind because he is looking at me and I assume he is processing and will say 'hi' soon. The PSA repeats that he should keep his hands to himself. He doesn't. He is studying my fingernails now. They are shiny. He puts his fingernail under mine and pushes it. You know that feeling. It frickin' hurt and I jumped back and said, "oww", and continued on.
Then I went to get something off the pile of stuff I had brought and look down to realize that I am bleeding. Great. Mom is watching and I am bleeding. Class stalls while I get a bandaid from the teacher so I can continue teaching without having to take care of my wound. Class continues. When it is time for the one-on-one service, Mom doesn't like the activity. She says he is already good at that. Great.
Period 3 eventually ends and I head to period 4. At the end of period 4, I leave a few minutes early and head to the school nurse. She asks if I washed the wound at all, which I haven't because I have been in class. So I wash it. Then she puts peroxide and bacytracin on it. She asks me to fill out an incident report, and then I go about the rest of my day.
After school, we have conferences. Yay. The first one happens to be for the kid that injured me. Mom tells us that the student will not be in school on Friday because "he just tested positive for Staph infection, like MRSA". Are you effin kidding me?!? I don't mention what her son did because she is worried already that he is the worst student in the class. I think the incident was accidental so I don't want to tell her that.
I leave that conference and continue on for the rest of the evening. I didn't have any tough questions that I couldn't answer, and I managed to get to at least 2 of 3, or 3 of 4, at any 20 minute interval.
The time eventually hits 8pm. I am ready to leave. I want to ask my mother-in-law about what happened since she is a retired nurse. But as I go to leave, I can't turn the light off in my class. Seriously?!? There happens to be a custodian outside my room and I ask him to come in for a second and I tell him my trouble, and he casually says, "Oh that means your light is dead." Okay. What does that mean? I don't know, but he tells me that the light will turn off with the master lights at 11pm, and they should turn on again in the morning when they turn the master lights back on. Great. What a fantastic day.
2nd hour I am scrambling trying to get something together for the 3rd hour. Suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. Normally, I wouldn't care. But I had less than 30 minutes to crank out some fantastic lesson plan (because I had totally scrapped the lesson I had planned at the beginning of the week due to how difficult it was), along with some one-on-one work for, you guessed it, the student that had the parent observing.
Period 3 arrives and I head to class. It's usually warm in the this classroom, but it feels like it's boiling with me in front of the whole class and mom sitting in waiting. So I am greeting each of the students individually to begin. This is what I do at the beginning of every class, and I don't care if the mom likes it or not.
So I am waiting for one of the students to reply. Some are verbal, some are not. I am waiting at on a student that can at least say 'hi' and 'good' to answer how he is doing. Anyway. So I am waiting for the student to reply and he is touching my hand. And he is looking at it, and turning it over and studying it. The PSA beside him is telling him to keep his hands to himself. I don't mind because he is looking at me and I assume he is processing and will say 'hi' soon. The PSA repeats that he should keep his hands to himself. He doesn't. He is studying my fingernails now. They are shiny. He puts his fingernail under mine and pushes it. You know that feeling. It frickin' hurt and I jumped back and said, "oww", and continued on.
Then I went to get something off the pile of stuff I had brought and look down to realize that I am bleeding. Great. Mom is watching and I am bleeding. Class stalls while I get a bandaid from the teacher so I can continue teaching without having to take care of my wound. Class continues. When it is time for the one-on-one service, Mom doesn't like the activity. She says he is already good at that. Great.
Period 3 eventually ends and I head to period 4. At the end of period 4, I leave a few minutes early and head to the school nurse. She asks if I washed the wound at all, which I haven't because I have been in class. So I wash it. Then she puts peroxide and bacytracin on it. She asks me to fill out an incident report, and then I go about the rest of my day.
After school, we have conferences. Yay. The first one happens to be for the kid that injured me. Mom tells us that the student will not be in school on Friday because "he just tested positive for Staph infection, like MRSA". Are you effin kidding me?!? I don't mention what her son did because she is worried already that he is the worst student in the class. I think the incident was accidental so I don't want to tell her that.
I leave that conference and continue on for the rest of the evening. I didn't have any tough questions that I couldn't answer, and I managed to get to at least 2 of 3, or 3 of 4, at any 20 minute interval.
The time eventually hits 8pm. I am ready to leave. I want to ask my mother-in-law about what happened since she is a retired nurse. But as I go to leave, I can't turn the light off in my class. Seriously?!? There happens to be a custodian outside my room and I ask him to come in for a second and I tell him my trouble, and he casually says, "Oh that means your light is dead." Okay. What does that mean? I don't know, but he tells me that the light will turn off with the master lights at 11pm, and they should turn on again in the morning when they turn the master lights back on. Great. What a fantastic day.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Long week
I am tired and ready for bed but I thought I would make everyone feel better about the length of their work week this week.
26 hours down, 20 to go. Bleh.
26 hours down, 20 to go. Bleh.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Birthday fun
So, for those of you who haven't been paying attention, this past weekend was my birthday. It was fun to go to Fargo to have a little time away and get to see some family and friends. We spent the day swimming, shopping, eating and then swimming again. And it was all fun. Here's some photos from supper at Paradiso.
Seesters!
The best family photo we could muster.
Me and me mum
The BFF photo
The picture of the special educators (aka Vik and me)
Mollie, Ruby and Dave
The Sorority Sisters
Uncle Mike, Cousin Austin, and me
Aunt Dawn, Cousin Allie, and me
Aunt Michelle, Uncle Mark and Sabby
Seesters!
The best family photo we could muster.
Me and me mum
The BFF photo
The picture of the special educators (aka Vik and me)
Mollie, Ruby and Dave
The Sorority Sisters
Uncle Mike, Cousin Austin, and me
Aunt Dawn, Cousin Allie, and me
Aunt Michelle, Uncle Mark and Sabby
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Youth of the Nation
So today this kid rushes out of my room to see one the 7th grade teachers hanging the state flags that the students created and the teacher asks if he will help him move the table around the corner. My student rushes right over to help, and I was proud of him for doing that. For about 3 seconds. As soon as the job was done, he asked what he got for helping. Then he asked if he would get candy. The teacher replied, "I don't have any candy. But I can offer you a thank you for helping me."
I smiled because that's all it should have taken, but the kid did not seem convinced. And I realized that the youth of the nation really are going to pot.
P.S. Two days til my birthday.
I smiled because that's all it should have taken, but the kid did not seem convinced. And I realized that the youth of the nation really are going to pot.
P.S. Two days til my birthday.
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