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the_rckLast week, on Thursday, Delia and I went to Jungle Java with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cherydactyl and her younger daughter. The two girls ran around, keeping constantly busy except when they came back to beg us to buy them food. cherydactyl and I each had our laptops, so we were able to keep ourselves entertained.
I've caught a cold. The most likely source is Jungle Java. Right now, it's not too awful. I'm mostly just tired. I'm napping when I can and going to bed early.
Wednesday was the school's annual open house. Delia got really into it, visiting almost all of the classrooms in the building. She was very curious, even about the kindergarten rooms. The teachers were all welcoming.
I was pleased to meet the two third grade teachers (this year, there's one third grad and one third/fourth split). Neither of them know what they'll be teaching next year as the school doesn't yet know how many kids will be attending. Often, teachers are hired on just days before the new year starts because that's when the numbers are finally considered solid. It's the drawback to this neighborhood-- A lot of families are here only for a couple of years while one of the parents is in grad school or doing a residency or something similar. The lower grades, K-2, tend to have larger classes than the upper grades, because the grad school families tend to be younger and to leave before third grade.
Wednesday was also my weekly day in the school library. Things were a bit crazy because there was a substitute librarian. Both second grade classes were working on a computer research project, but their notes weren't available because the librarian had forgotten to leave them out for the substitute. Delia's class is doing research papers in their normal class, so there were stacks of books on specific animals set out for them. One girl had no books set out for her. I later found out that there were books about her subject, polar bears, on the shelf, but we weren't in a position to find them for her.
The second second grade class, not the one Delia's in, had a substitute, too. She brought some of their books back in a bin and put it on a table. This isn't the usual way that that class returns books, so I had no idea the bin existed and didn't check in the books in it until quite late in the class period. Kids kept insisting that they'd returned their books when I knew those titles hadn't been among the books I'd checked in and shelved. They had returned those books and so were entitled to take out books, but I had no way to know that. I feel bad about it.
The third class, the kindergarteners, were pretty much as usual. I'm starting to make some progress on remembering their names (not as much as they think I should!). They were a little nervous of the substitute. They kept asking me if they could go to the bathroom, and I had to refer them back to her. I might be the more familiar figure, but I don't have the authority to let kids leave the room.
Soccer practice was supposed to start last Thursday, but it got cancelled due to rain and due to several girls being out of town for spring break. Instead, soccer practice started yesterday, and there'll be two games this weekend. I think we've worked out transportation to and from practices. The to part is complicated. I need to get Delia home as fast as possible so that she can get changed. Then we need to catch the bus to Olson Park. We have two chances to catch the bus and still be on time which is good because we missed the first bus today. While we were waiting for the second bus (they're half an hour apart), the woman who was to give us a ride from Olson Park came by (This is a singular happening and not to be counted on to happen again) and picked us up. We proceeded to the daycare across from Olson Park and picked up two more girls. The backseat was quite packed with car seats.
Practice was cold. There was a strong wind blowing through the park. It had seemed relatively warm outside the park, but once we were inside, Delia put her jacket back on, and I pulled out my gloves. I hadn't brought a chair because I couldn't face hauling yet another thing along on the bus (water bottle, snack, soccer ball, car seat and purse), so I was walking around the park, trying to stay warm and not get too bored (I also chose not to bring a book because I wasn't up to carrying that, either).
Delia's team this term is called the Lions. The coach had the girls roaring.
Yesterday was also my father's birthday. I called him about nine p.m., our time, because I doubted he'd be home any earlier than seven, his time zone. We talked briefly. I failed to get Delia to say anything to him. I even tried tickling her so he could hear her laugh, but she giggled silently.
cherydactyl and her younger daughter. The two girls ran around, keeping constantly busy except when they came back to beg us to buy them food. cherydactyl and I each had our laptops, so we were able to keep ourselves entertained.I've caught a cold. The most likely source is Jungle Java. Right now, it's not too awful. I'm mostly just tired. I'm napping when I can and going to bed early.
Wednesday was the school's annual open house. Delia got really into it, visiting almost all of the classrooms in the building. She was very curious, even about the kindergarten rooms. The teachers were all welcoming.
I was pleased to meet the two third grade teachers (this year, there's one third grad and one third/fourth split). Neither of them know what they'll be teaching next year as the school doesn't yet know how many kids will be attending. Often, teachers are hired on just days before the new year starts because that's when the numbers are finally considered solid. It's the drawback to this neighborhood-- A lot of families are here only for a couple of years while one of the parents is in grad school or doing a residency or something similar. The lower grades, K-2, tend to have larger classes than the upper grades, because the grad school families tend to be younger and to leave before third grade.
Wednesday was also my weekly day in the school library. Things were a bit crazy because there was a substitute librarian. Both second grade classes were working on a computer research project, but their notes weren't available because the librarian had forgotten to leave them out for the substitute. Delia's class is doing research papers in their normal class, so there were stacks of books on specific animals set out for them. One girl had no books set out for her. I later found out that there were books about her subject, polar bears, on the shelf, but we weren't in a position to find them for her.
The second second grade class, not the one Delia's in, had a substitute, too. She brought some of their books back in a bin and put it on a table. This isn't the usual way that that class returns books, so I had no idea the bin existed and didn't check in the books in it until quite late in the class period. Kids kept insisting that they'd returned their books when I knew those titles hadn't been among the books I'd checked in and shelved. They had returned those books and so were entitled to take out books, but I had no way to know that. I feel bad about it.
The third class, the kindergarteners, were pretty much as usual. I'm starting to make some progress on remembering their names (not as much as they think I should!). They were a little nervous of the substitute. They kept asking me if they could go to the bathroom, and I had to refer them back to her. I might be the more familiar figure, but I don't have the authority to let kids leave the room.
Soccer practice was supposed to start last Thursday, but it got cancelled due to rain and due to several girls being out of town for spring break. Instead, soccer practice started yesterday, and there'll be two games this weekend. I think we've worked out transportation to and from practices. The to part is complicated. I need to get Delia home as fast as possible so that she can get changed. Then we need to catch the bus to Olson Park. We have two chances to catch the bus and still be on time which is good because we missed the first bus today. While we were waiting for the second bus (they're half an hour apart), the woman who was to give us a ride from Olson Park came by (This is a singular happening and not to be counted on to happen again) and picked us up. We proceeded to the daycare across from Olson Park and picked up two more girls. The backseat was quite packed with car seats.
Practice was cold. There was a strong wind blowing through the park. It had seemed relatively warm outside the park, but once we were inside, Delia put her jacket back on, and I pulled out my gloves. I hadn't brought a chair because I couldn't face hauling yet another thing along on the bus (water bottle, snack, soccer ball, car seat and purse), so I was walking around the park, trying to stay warm and not get too bored (I also chose not to bring a book because I wasn't up to carrying that, either).
Delia's team this term is called the Lions. The coach had the girls roaring.
Yesterday was also my father's birthday. I called him about nine p.m., our time, because I doubted he'd be home any earlier than seven, his time zone. We talked briefly. I failed to get Delia to say anything to him. I even tried tickling her so he could hear her laugh, but she giggled silently.
