So today was cruisy ...
... until we got to the part where I confiscated a pocket knife on the oval.
I had 5 students as the rest went to the inter-school winter sports carnival. So I had some of the leftovers from the other two classes who participated in the carnival. I was given 2 hours of non instructional time, then we did word searches and mazes and half the kids went off to practice dance numbers for a talent show I'm not sure even exists, then we watched a movie and went out on the playground.
Actual class was a breeze. On of the most problematic studnets in the entire school broke my trust by pretending to throw a chair at another student while next door and I caught him as I came to check on him so he had to come back into the classroom proper. He 'didn't have anything to do' so I offered him a magazine or comic book.
He then sat there, glued to the chair and the Simpsons comic book for almost the entire hour.
It was like being a relief teacher again for the day! I had no idea who was going to be in my class, no idea what they've been doing in class and no ability to continue it on. Felt bizarre!
But it was the cruisiest of cruisy days.
However I was on playground duty when the relief teacher came off the oval and asked who was supposed to come onto the oval and I had no idea but because some 50 students were at the sports carnival I sent him inside and just went out to the oval since we had two on the playground.
Here's my Tip Of The Day.
Don't show your pocket knife to the kid with ASD. If anyone's going to then believe that you have threatened them with said knife it'll be him! We don't believe She-With-The-Pocket-Knife did actually verbally threaten He-Who-Makes-Sure-We-All-Know-He-Has-Aspergers as none of the eyewitnesses agreed with his assertion and the student in question couldn't tell any adults the exact threat.
But he's the kid who will imagine all sorts of crazy things just from looking at a knife.
So, naturally I asked for the knife.
"It's just a corkscrew."
"I still need you to give it to me."
"But she needs it because she catches the bus."
(Oh yes, and since when were you her voicebox?)
"You can't have it at school."
"I need it for the bus."
"You cannot have it at school. Give it to me."
"It's just a corkscrew."
"So I see here a corkscrew ... and look a flip out knife ..."
"It's blunt ..."
"Really not the point."
Srsly.
Ohai, u has a knife at skool. Allow me to tell it to u that u cannot haz weponz at skool.
So anyway I took possession of the knife, lunch was almost over so I cleared the oval, locked the gate, took my raggedy bunch of students upstairs and got straight on the blower to leadership.
Me, teacher of oarsum: Ohai, u can come here pls. Nao.
Marshmallow Woman's Stand-in: Am on way, kthxbai.
Me, teacher of oarsum: Here is knife. I fill out paperwerks nao.
Marshmallow Woman's stand-in: %&^$#^
Me, teacher of oarsum: I noes, right.
Marshmallow Woman's stand-in: Danger Will Robinson, Danger!
So they interviewed all the kids and She-With-The-Pocket-Knife has been suspended for three days. So because she catches the bus to school and mum couldn't come and collect her, Ms Science who was Marshmallow Woman's stand-in, and some other random adult (I think it was the finance officer LOL) drove her home to explain to her mother exactly the problem.
Which is your house, dear?
The one with the fire out the front.
No wonder she brought a freaking knife to school. What sort of hellhole is she being dragged up in? And apparently mum's biggest concern was not that she carried an illegal, concealed weapon into the community and onto school grounds, but that the knife belonged to mother and child had stolen it.
Ms Science had to say to mother, "You do realise that the actual issue is that your daughter feels so unsafe catching the bus to school that she resorted to bringing a knife and that you need to address the issue of transport."
Mum probably grunted at her as she showed her the door ...
The child is 11.
On the bright side I am doing an excellent job. And it's not just me that says so :P
marshmallow Woman told me the other day that the Behaviour Management Dude told her after a case meeting (For He-Who-Would-Be-Alpha-Male who is doing very, very well BTW) that I was doing a very good job and 'very reflective'. Mrs I Take No Nonsense Form Anyone who teaches 5 and 6 year olds also told me that the other day my ears should have been burning because people were talking about me.
Then she did that sneaky thing where you make someone think people have been saying bad things about you and stabbing you in the back before they tell you that everything is made of wonderful. The teachers who provide NIT (Non Instruction Time) by taking the class for PE, Science and Drama were all sitting around talking about how my class has really settled and improved over the course of the year and they all look forward to having Room 11. Mr P.E. had told me that at staff meeting the night before actually. And the kids had presented in Assembly this week (I got an unexpected extra NIT and snuck in to watch their bit but they actually had a relief teacher) and Marshmallow Woman said what a good job they did at that.
And they won the Inaugural Good Audience skills Gnome.
While I wasn't even there!
That is why I unashamedly call myself Teacher of Oarsum right now. I'm doing a damn fine job for someone who's still wet behind the ears. So here's hoping that not only are they respectful and responsible citizens but that they actually learn something as well!
I missed them all today too. I was so absurdly happy to see them all back from the sports carnival at the end of the day! I even cared about the very boring play by play recounts of every soccer goal and how every injury occurred as if I was watching it in slow motion from four different camera angles.
I'm going to suck at letting them go at the end of the year!
I had 5 students as the rest went to the inter-school winter sports carnival. So I had some of the leftovers from the other two classes who participated in the carnival. I was given 2 hours of non instructional time, then we did word searches and mazes and half the kids went off to practice dance numbers for a talent show I'm not sure even exists, then we watched a movie and went out on the playground.
Actual class was a breeze. On of the most problematic studnets in the entire school broke my trust by pretending to throw a chair at another student while next door and I caught him as I came to check on him so he had to come back into the classroom proper. He 'didn't have anything to do' so I offered him a magazine or comic book.
He then sat there, glued to the chair and the Simpsons comic book for almost the entire hour.
It was like being a relief teacher again for the day! I had no idea who was going to be in my class, no idea what they've been doing in class and no ability to continue it on. Felt bizarre!
But it was the cruisiest of cruisy days.
However I was on playground duty when the relief teacher came off the oval and asked who was supposed to come onto the oval and I had no idea but because some 50 students were at the sports carnival I sent him inside and just went out to the oval since we had two on the playground.
Here's my Tip Of The Day.
Don't show your pocket knife to the kid with ASD. If anyone's going to then believe that you have threatened them with said knife it'll be him! We don't believe She-With-The-Pocket-Knife did actually verbally threaten He-Who-Makes-Sure-We-All-Know-He-Has-Aspergers as none of the eyewitnesses agreed with his assertion and the student in question couldn't tell any adults the exact threat.
But he's the kid who will imagine all sorts of crazy things just from looking at a knife.
So, naturally I asked for the knife.
"It's just a corkscrew."
"I still need you to give it to me."
"But she needs it because she catches the bus."
(Oh yes, and since when were you her voicebox?)
"You can't have it at school."
"I need it for the bus."
"You cannot have it at school. Give it to me."
"It's just a corkscrew."
"So I see here a corkscrew ... and look a flip out knife ..."
"It's blunt ..."
"Really not the point."
Srsly.
Ohai, u has a knife at skool. Allow me to tell it to u that u cannot haz weponz at skool.
So anyway I took possession of the knife, lunch was almost over so I cleared the oval, locked the gate, took my raggedy bunch of students upstairs and got straight on the blower to leadership.
Me, teacher of oarsum: Ohai, u can come here pls. Nao.
Marshmallow Woman's Stand-in: Am on way, kthxbai.
Me, teacher of oarsum: Here is knife. I fill out paperwerks nao.
Marshmallow Woman's stand-in: %&^$#^
Me, teacher of oarsum: I noes, right.
Marshmallow Woman's stand-in: Danger Will Robinson, Danger!
So they interviewed all the kids and She-With-The-Pocket-Knife has been suspended for three days. So because she catches the bus to school and mum couldn't come and collect her, Ms Science who was Marshmallow Woman's stand-in, and some other random adult (I think it was the finance officer LOL) drove her home to explain to her mother exactly the problem.
Which is your house, dear?
The one with the fire out the front.
No wonder she brought a freaking knife to school. What sort of hellhole is she being dragged up in? And apparently mum's biggest concern was not that she carried an illegal, concealed weapon into the community and onto school grounds, but that the knife belonged to mother and child had stolen it.
Ms Science had to say to mother, "You do realise that the actual issue is that your daughter feels so unsafe catching the bus to school that she resorted to bringing a knife and that you need to address the issue of transport."
Mum probably grunted at her as she showed her the door ...
The child is 11.
On the bright side I am doing an excellent job. And it's not just me that says so :P
marshmallow Woman told me the other day that the Behaviour Management Dude told her after a case meeting (For He-Who-Would-Be-Alpha-Male who is doing very, very well BTW) that I was doing a very good job and 'very reflective'. Mrs I Take No Nonsense Form Anyone who teaches 5 and 6 year olds also told me that the other day my ears should have been burning because people were talking about me.
Then she did that sneaky thing where you make someone think people have been saying bad things about you and stabbing you in the back before they tell you that everything is made of wonderful. The teachers who provide NIT (Non Instruction Time) by taking the class for PE, Science and Drama were all sitting around talking about how my class has really settled and improved over the course of the year and they all look forward to having Room 11. Mr P.E. had told me that at staff meeting the night before actually. And the kids had presented in Assembly this week (I got an unexpected extra NIT and snuck in to watch their bit but they actually had a relief teacher) and Marshmallow Woman said what a good job they did at that.
And they won the Inaugural Good Audience skills Gnome.
While I wasn't even there!
That is why I unashamedly call myself Teacher of Oarsum right now. I'm doing a damn fine job for someone who's still wet behind the ears. So here's hoping that not only are they respectful and responsible citizens but that they actually learn something as well!
I missed them all today too. I was so absurdly happy to see them all back from the sports carnival at the end of the day! I even cared about the very boring play by play recounts of every soccer goal and how every injury occurred as if I was watching it in slow motion from four different camera angles.
I'm going to suck at letting them go at the end of the year!