Today was the first day since school started that I woke up and didn't want to go to school. It had been a long night before. One of my students--remember Hannah Montana?--showed up at my door for my usual dinner of black beans and Ritz crackers. She told me her grandmother wanted to know if she could stay with me until her Auntie arrived, as grandma had to leave town. I agreed and took her to my classroom. Well, let's just say that Auntie wasn't very timely as Hannah and I were in my classroom until 10:00. Finally, I packed up my stuff and prepared to work in my apartment and allow Hannah to spend the night. On our way out, we ran into Auntie who barely acknowledged my presence after taking the girl. I decided not to return to my classroom as I packed everything up and just went home. I went to bed with no lesson plans and a weary heart.
I woke up today feeling extremely sick. My stomach was hurting--actual pain and I felt so sick. I had to go to school since I had no lesson plans to give to a sub since I didn't write any the night before because of the Hannah Montana fiasco, though it's highly unlikely I would have missed anyway. Anyway, I drug myself to class, the first time I have ever not wanted to be in school.
Shortly after I arrived at my classroom, I saw Hannah, looking as if she hadn't slept in six years. I took her into my classroom, made her a bed on my carpet and let her sleep for 40 minutes before school started. I was fuming mad at the people in her home life.
Meanwhile, I am feeling more and more sick. By the time my babies have arrived, I had moved the trashcan into my room. I threw up a couple of times before the day was over, in the bathroom for the kids sake. Though I felt quite miserable, it was a classroom management technique as I threatened to throw up on misbehaving students.
I still feel sick, but not so bad. I'll be up late again as tomorrow is Meet the Teacher Night. I hope we have a better turnout than the fifth grade--eight parents out of 48 students!
Please pray that I am quickly restored to health, that parents come to meet the 3rd grade teachers and that my children learn.
B
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