I’ll be darned, it works here.Some problem with my homepage then. Crap.I hate HTML.
It’s cold outside, I’m bloated, my wind shield wipers are worn and I lost my letter opener.
If your head is wax, don’t walk in the sun
-Benjamin Franklin
It’s really hard to rant about this without sounding like an ogre, but, here goes.
I teach a 4/5 combination class in a “high risk” school. My principal wants to make my class available to any new student, fourth or fifth grade, that comes to my school.As a result,I only have one fourth grader and 23 fifth graders.
This child has had rotten luck in the parent department. He clearly rules his house. He is supposed to be on medication. Now I know this is controversial but without his medication, he is extremely hostile, beligerant and violent. He is often not on his meds. When he isn’t on the medication, he will get in fights with other students…where he is on top of them, punching them.
Recently, stepdad left. Here’s the part where I sound like a big mean ogre. He and his mom and sister are homeless. They are in a homeless shelter across town.
Because of this, the boy is often an hour late for school. I strongly feel he should attend a school near him.
This boy is clearly without direction and is hurting. He is often sick and has a rash on his face.
While I feel bad about his misfortune, I also think he should be held to the same school behavior standards as everybody else.
When he sits near other students, he constantly bugs them and talks nonstop. And yes I know he is trying to push every button I have.
To make matters worse, I get some poor kid like this every year. The principal thinks I am good with these kids so she loads me up…plus, the other teacher at my grade level is old and not quite lucid.
P.S. I tried to read Roy’s “God of Small Things” and it reinforced my resolve never to go to India. Plus I hated the way the children were treated in the book. It just depressed me.
–Gail
“Predictable, really I suppose. It was an act of purest optimism to have posed the question in the first place.” --John Cleese
“Other way around, and he’s a lazy so-and-so, who needs to get a real job.”
It doesn’t have anything to do with what he does, or how many different things he does, or how much money he makes, or even what your family wants. If he doesn’t suffer “regular” hours and belong to a “real” company, he’s just not NoR jVIaL … and could be doing much more with his life.
I hear that crap constantly … but only from people that don’t live with me.
… I’ll prolly tune up and bawl over it, any time now …
Hang in there Cristi, It’s none of their business.
Thanks, N. May I call you N?
The funny thing is, my family is okay with it. They thought it was a little funky at first, but now that they see how great my kids are doing, they think we’re terminally hip. Our close friends think the same way, and my husband’s musician buddies think I’m a goddess. 
It’s the new people I meet that think we’re weird. Go figure. I think they’re just jealous. Rock on, N!
“N. May I call you N?”
Sure, anything will do …well… except maybe for “Lowlife spawn of a slack-jaw hose beast”. That one’s getting a little old.
Actually, at the risk of ruining my transient-weirdo facade, my real name is WiLL … shhhh
…and btw… they prolly are jealous …sounds like you guys are happy … so just don’t rub it in
For a week now, nobody came to see our station wagon for sale. I guess station wagons, midsize, don’t sell. I wash the birdpoop oof of it every day, expecting customers. I’m tying up the phone line with this computer, so that doesn’t help either.