Another Moment From Room 46

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When It Rains It… July 9, 2010

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It was October 26th. Some of you may gasp at that date. For those of you who haven’t gasped, you will after this story! It was a typical day and I had just picked up my kids from Art. As we walk down the hall…the fire alarm began to ring. “So?” You ask. What do you mean so! It was raining…not drizzling, not sprinkling. Thunder, lightning, wind, and torrents of rain. Did I mention the cats and dogs flying past the windows? At this point, I freeze and look back at my class. Seriously?

Now other teachers are coming out into the hall and wondering if it was a real alarm. Well, this wouldn’t be much of a story if it wasn’t real.

Cue the chaos.

It might have just felt like it at the time because in hindsight we did a good job getting those kiddos out as fast as possible. The kids funneled through the doors and stopped right before the overhang of the porch. “Go!” I yelled from the middle. Other teachers were yelling frantically and the students began to walk into the rain. Each child instantly soaked and shivered as the wind blew. I sighed loudly and joined the ones that ran before me. The rain was so loud that the students could not hear me calling their numbers as I frantically tried to take roll.

They were all there…teeth chattering, crying, shivering. I worked on calming them down, huddling them together, and comforting them.

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Now I must stop to note that we were outside for about 20-30 minutes. There was more teeth chattering, crying, and shivering.

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Once the school was inspected; we were able to re-enter the building.  So, there I was with a classroom filled with wet kids. The chattering and crying has now turned into complaining and chatting.  I allowed them to take off their wet socks and shoes, eat their snacks, and relax as I began the long list of phone numbers.

“Hi Mrs.[or Mr.] _______. Could you please bring up a dry pair of clothes for your child. Yes, we are very wet. Yes, I am wet too. We are all safe. Okay, thank you. Bye, bye.”

Oh, wait…I forgot the best part! Did I mention cold rain? Well, that caused a few of my students to go to the restroom in their pants. So, some of us were a little wetter than others.

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Just remember this story the next time others [or maybe even you] say, “Oh, you’re [just] a teacher” OR “Well, you get the summers off.”

 

Am I Hot? (as 1st published on facebook)

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As I continue to record my “day in the life” moments, I still ponder whether other people really find this information interesting. Since co-workers think my book will be a best-seller, I’ve decided to try out some of my material on facebook. Thus, the birth of “Another Moment From Room 46”.

I told my husband this story and he looked at me…just looked at me. Is it just me, my profession, or does he really just don’t get it?

It’s a Monday. Enough said. I’m teaching third graders the writing process on a warm afternoon. One boy…we’ll call him Joe. Yeah, that’s it Joe. Anyway, Joe needs help with his writing. I mean REALLY needs help with his writing. It’s a persuasive piece and I cannot decipher if he’s persuading me to move West with other pioneers or stay in the East in an established city.

After a lengthy discussion about his writing and a 2nd rough draft, he comes to the table so I can edit. Meanwhile, I asked Joe to go over to the bookshelves and get a dictionary. When he returns, Joe sits across from me with his dictionary and opens it wide.

Anticipating Joe to locate the word, I watched. It was then that Joe stopped abruptly and asked, “Am I hot?”

I’m sure I had a strange look across my face. As I cocked my head and searched for an explanation, I blurted out, “What?”

Joe looked equally confused and so did the child behind him that was now watching my face with intensity. Luckily, Joe explained, “You know like hot or cold. Am I close to the word?”

I just burst out laughing and breathed a sigh of relief. Joe looked at me and replied, “Boy this is awkward. I am now embarrassed, but at the same time I find this awkwardly amusing.”

Of course since this just came out of a 3rd grader, it caused me to laugh harder. One of my favorite parts is that the whole class is laughing just because we were. Luckily it was the end of the day because I’m sure productivity was not going to recover.

 

It Always Goes Back to Bugs… July 7, 2010

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This past school year may have scarred me for life in terms of BUGS. I think I now scream higher and louder than ever. I know this may be hard for some of you to believe. Especially those of you who have walked up behind me or entered a room when I’ve been deep in thought.

The other day, I was pulling out a kitchen drawer and I was reaching for the aluminum foil when my arch-nemesis “the tree roach” crawled out onto my hand. I screamed. How? Oh yes, higher and louder. My husband yelled and the dog jumped out of a sound sleep. As I was trying to climb the counters, my husband kept asking, “What? What?” Of course I was speechless and all I could do was point. As I was scrubbing the first five layers of skin off my hand, my husband squished the roach.

Come on, I don’t think I overreacted when I lived with tree roaches for months (and months and months) in my classroom. The “Be brave” speech was absent because I had NO warning.

I wish I could exterminate all the tree roaches in Texas. Maybe I should work on that this summer instead of blogging…Hmmmm

A Good Roach is A Dead Roach

 

First Day Jitters…

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I know it’s crazy for a teacher to think about the first day of school at the beginning of Jluy…but I am. The “end of the year” nightmares hopefully have subsided a few nights ago and I longingly look forward to the reoccurring “beginning of the year” dream.

I’m ready to start year 10 (am I old enough to have taught that long?).  And I know THEE dream will start any night now. For 10 consecutive years the dream starts the same way. CUE WAVY SPECIALS EFFECTS AND CHIMES…

It is always the first day of school and I’m standing in a classroom full of unrecognizable faces. The students are talking…LOUDLY. I don’t have control and I can’t get them to quiet down. Do you want to know why? I’ve lost my voice. I yell and nothing comes out. ARGH!

I’m always frustrated by this dream. That’s never happened…in fact most of the time, the students are so shocked to be back at school, they don’t utter a word o the first day. If anything, I should have nightmares about losing kids. Unfortunately, I have had bad luck with misplacing students during the first few days of school.

The most memorable time happened my second year of teaching. It was the second day of school and my teaching partner and I switched classes for the first time. I barely knew my own students, so it was difficult to remember 20 more names.

It was simple though…I read a story, went over expectations, and gave a short assignment. Around three o’clock, we switched classes and I was happy to reunite with familiar faces. Only a few minutes later, my teaching partner was at my door looking for Andy. Hmmm…Andy. “Where is Andy?” I thought to myself.  “Class, have you seen Andy?”

I probably do not need to remind you that this story is about a lost student and as you can infer, we looked everywhere. Lastly, you could probably guess that we found him. He was in the restroom. You know, he had asked me a half hour ago to go to the restroom. I has hysterical and glad we found him.  Andy began crying because he didn’t know he was lost.

So, you’ve read all of this so far and you’re wondering why this story is SO memorable? I guess the memorable part came later at the parent conference when Andy’s mother explained that Andy needs reading material to go to the restroom. She suggested next time to allow him to take a book with him. Seriously?

Maybe we should have put ads on the back of the stall doors like they do in stadiums or other public restrooms. Hey, it would make money for our school and PTA. Would that qualify as reading minutes on their reading logs?I wonder how he’s coping with this problem now in high school? Poor guy.

So to sum up this long rant, when will the dreams begin and why aren’t they always about losing my voice and not about losing students?

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Note: All the names have been changed to protect the innocent and the not so innocent.