I used to get so excited when Wednesday rolled around. Now, it has to be Friday before I feel good. The weeks are draining me. Too much intensity is just, too much.
Those college girls who moved in across the street have not parked in front of my house since I exploded in their faces a while back. But they do provide entertainment. Yesterday, we heard something and stepped out the front door to see what it was, One of those girls was sitting on the front porch steps YELLING at her mother through the phone. We heard, "Send me money! I don't have any effing clothes to wear!" DEMANDING this. To her MOTHER. And, if I were to judge by the cars those girls drive- brand new and very expensive- I'd say she'll get that money even though she was a total spoiled bitch about it. I'll be posting more about this on the Grits at a later date.
I love conversations between 4 year olds. And I totally appreciate their honesty.
Two of them were sitting on the bench with me at dismissal on Wednesday looking at H's pictures she had created in class that day.
R: Why is this one not beautiful like the other one?
H: Because I just scribbled this one.
Gotta love it. Nothing but truth. No one got upset either. An honest question was asked and an honest answer was given. Too bad we adults aren't more like these littles.
Can I be 4 again? Please?
I realized this week how I love the sounds of our students entering the building in the mornings. Their voices reflect happiness and enthusiasm and remind me to put the same energy into the time I share with them.
Until the first and second graders come in and all I hear is, "Well, HE said I should do it like that." and "Well, SHE came over to my computer and ..." and "I tried to tell them to be quiet." Overandoverandoverandover again and again and again. Good Lord! I've never witnessed such finger pointing and tattle-telling in my life! This is when the energy I put in changes a bit. I have to use my teacher voice and put a stop to it. Or eat some chocolate. Or drink a bottle of wine. Through a straw. Sheesh.
One last school fragment- what do you get on a low-country, Friday afternoon when the AC at school stops working? A school full of grumpy women, THAT'S what.
Thank God for the weekend! I'd not live through another school day this week. :)\
Keep hope alive, y'all!
Those college girls who moved in across the street have not parked in front of my house since I exploded in their faces a while back. But they do provide entertainment. Yesterday, we heard something and stepped out the front door to see what it was, One of those girls was sitting on the front porch steps YELLING at her mother through the phone. We heard, "Send me money! I don't have any effing clothes to wear!" DEMANDING this. To her MOTHER. And, if I were to judge by the cars those girls drive- brand new and very expensive- I'd say she'll get that money even though she was a total spoiled bitch about it. I'll be posting more about this on the Grits at a later date.
I love conversations between 4 year olds. And I totally appreciate their honesty.
Two of them were sitting on the bench with me at dismissal on Wednesday looking at H's pictures she had created in class that day.
R: Why is this one not beautiful like the other one?
H: Because I just scribbled this one.
Gotta love it. Nothing but truth. No one got upset either. An honest question was asked and an honest answer was given. Too bad we adults aren't more like these littles.
Can I be 4 again? Please?
I realized this week how I love the sounds of our students entering the building in the mornings. Their voices reflect happiness and enthusiasm and remind me to put the same energy into the time I share with them.
Until the first and second graders come in and all I hear is, "Well, HE said I should do it like that." and "Well, SHE came over to my computer and ..." and "I tried to tell them to be quiet." Overandoverandoverandover again and again and again. Good Lord! I've never witnessed such finger pointing and tattle-telling in my life! This is when the energy I put in changes a bit. I have to use my teacher voice and put a stop to it. Or eat some chocolate. Or drink a bottle of wine. Through a straw. Sheesh.
One last school fragment- what do you get on a low-country, Friday afternoon when the AC at school stops working? A school full of grumpy women, THAT'S what.
Thank God for the weekend! I'd not live through another school day this week. :)\
Keep hope alive, y'all!
Oh that spoiled kid would have sent me up like a rocket. Maybe I'd sent her a package of laundry detergent and tell her I'm dropping her phone (I'm sure she doesn't pay for it) service if she ever talks to me that way again.
ReplyDeleteYou can't be 4 again but I think we should be allow to act like nice 4 year-olds once in awhile.
Oh I just scribbled my FF post this week.
Same here. Had any of the lovelies EVER tried that with me...Wow. A good friend of mine has a daughter like that. It drives me nuts. We should be honest and nice like the little ones. So we don't grow up to sit on the steps of a house our parents rent for us, drive a brand new vehicle our parents bought for us only to call and demand more. Sheesh.
DeleteI love 4 years olds. Their observations are amazing. One 4 year old told me that the man with the yellow socks wanted to see me.
ReplyDeleteThey really are fantastic! But I will say that I would not want to be in the classroom with them all day long. I don't have the energy! LOL
DeleteOMGoodness what a BRAT!
ReplyDeleteI have (2) four-year-old granddaughters and they keep us laughing. I just love this age. 5-7- Not as much fun.
I work with the elderly during the week and I could not have handled one more day this week either. I love the weekend!
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Right?! Oh those 4 year olds! What a trip! I know you enjoy them tremendously. I love the weekend too! Thanks!
DeleteAck, those spoiled girls! When each of our kids turned 13, they started doing their own laundry. Why? Because one day I visited a friend whose teenager yelled at her for not having washed their favorite pair of jeans. That did it for me. I vowed never to be one of those mom's whose kids yell at them!!!! I was never sorry. On occasion when I'd go into their rooms and collect something for the washer, I'd get a thank you later. THAT I loved!!!
ReplyDeleteMy girls always gave me a thank you for everything too. I still appreciate that to this very day.
DeleteMy stupid phone put in that apostrophe. I hate predictive...
ReplyDeleteMy phone does that to me all the time.
DeleteGod bless you and all teachers! I would not be able to deal with the kids today. And as for the spoiled college girls....why don't parents realize they are not doing their kids any favors by giving them everything. Makes me nuts. Bless you!
ReplyDeleteA lot of our kids are pretty good this year. Most of them, in fact. But those college girls. UGH. At least I have blog fodder. LOL
DeleteYeah the little ones have great conversations
ReplyDeleteThey sure do! So sweet! And funny. LOL
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