I am a teacher. And also a nerd. And sometimes I do things in public that make others stare at me.
The thoughts and ideas in this blog are my own, unless otherwise stated,and do not represent the views of my employer in any way.
Just pulled a pound of ground beef from the freezer…and dropped it on my toe. The force broke the skin and I couldn’t reach my toe to bandage it. Good ol’ Mr. Kaaay to the rescue!
I taught continuous vs. discrete graphs today and TOTALLY missed an opportunity for a some infinities are bigger than other infinities reference.
I have failed nerdfighteria.
J.K. Rowling said her next book is going to be for slightly younger children than the Potter books, but if you think I’m not going to punch a 9-year-old in the face to get my copy first you’re delusional.
I can pull up the grade book on my iPad. So I can record formative grades as I circulate the room, without that awful paper shuffle or writing the grade down to transfer later.
Tried it out today and it was marvelous!
I had a disgustingly easy day. The kids were well behaved. They (mostly) listened to directions. So good.
After school, I was doing some grading on Mastery Connect… Until the power went out! Big storms are rolling through and some roads by my school are shut down due to flooding!
Also, I’ve only heard from one sub. She said she’s out of town during my leave but loves middle school so please consider her for any other sub jobs.
Sigh. Let’s hope I get an email by Friday.
Hi, at some point this semester I have to interview a middle school teacher, just a few questions for a class in taking on young adolescents, would I be able to ask you some questions later this fall?
The possibility of being induced early miiiight have me panicking.
I am now going to get weekly ultrasounds. My fluid is low. If it drops too low, they are going to induce me. My body isn’t quite at the push out a baby stage, so an induction this early would mean a C section.
I’ve been told to prevent it, keep drinking water. I have never drunk so much water in my life! Stay in there, baby!
Baby Kaaay is fine, but still measuring small. At 32 weeks, s/he was in the 15th percentile. Today, at 35, s/he is at the 13th and my fluid is a little low. The doc isn’t worried, since 13th isn’t too bad. I was instructed to drink absurd amounts of water. I explained that I try, but I only get two bathroom breaks in a work day.
The tech told me my doctor can write a note to give my boss saying I need hourly bathroom breaks. But can he write a note making someone appear to watch my class for me?
It was a long drive home- my hour trip stretched to over two and I have to do it again tomorrow for an appointment with my regular OB-GYN. Feeling annoyed with myself that I am not providing what baby needs to keep growing- whatever that is.
I woke up at least 6 times after a weird dream last night.
If there were a birthing center in Louisville.
I love my OB-GYN, but I am not sold on a hospital birth.
I really, really need new jeans.
I really, really have no clue what size I’ll be after the baby weight goes away. I’m all belly but my hips did widen by 3”.
So not fair. I hope they have another sale this winter.
I also need new flats, but the largest size they had was a 9 and I needed a 10. Whomp whomp.
EDD: For those of you who have started school, have you had a moment where you and a student just clicked yet? Tell us about it in a reblog.
Yep! It’s not one of my students.
I volunteered for lunch duty since the principals had some kind of meeting with all the other district principals and my planning is right after lunch anyway (the other teacher on my team covered, too).
There was a really small 8th grade boy whom I’ve never seen before- he had to have moved this summer. He was moving around, taking people’s food, trying to throw grapes up and catch them in his mouth. He missed a grape and it rolled away. When I asked him to pick it up, he was fairly defiant about it. In fact, at first request, he told me he wasn’t done eating yet, snatched someone’s bowl of corn and buried his face in it. Eventually, I cajoled him into picking up the grape. As we walked to the trash, he decided to throw it to test me. He’s accumulated a few grapes by then.
I was really frustrated with his behavior. I knew that there would be few repercussions for his behavior because I had no idea who he was. So I plopped down on a chair and said, “I’m Mrs. Kaaay. What’s your names?”
"So you’re an 8th grader this year."
"Oh, I’d assumed since you were with Mrs. S’s table you were an 8th grader."
"I’m a second grader"
Continue on with conversation where he tries to see just how much yarn he can spin before I call him on it. I don’t. I wrap up with, “well, Bob, I have to dismiss some classes now. It was nice to meet you.”
Later that day, I saw him in the office. He’d been sent to “help.”
I said, “well, hey, Bob, how are you doing?!”
He processed what I said for a second before splitting a big grin and responding very politely.
I think this year I’ll have few troubles out of Bob.