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May. 1st, 2014 11:59 amI helped out in the school library this morning. There was a substitute. She took a really hard line with the fifth graders (apparently, she'd had them before and had had trouble) but was a lot easier going with the second graders. The second graders took an online test today. I'm hoping that those who finished it early knew to click the submit button. If they didn't, they'll have to take it again.
I stay for two classes. A third class comes in as I'm finishing up the shelving. Today, I stayed long enough to check in their books. There are only about four kids in that class. They're all special ed, emotionally challenged is the phrase I think the administrators use. Today, one of the kids lost it and hurled a thermos at the sub, hitting her in the hand pretty hard. She sent me to get ice while the aide took the boy in question back to the classroom. She said she thought her finger might be broken, but she wasn't sure.
I believe the classes for the emotionally challenged kids will still be at the school in the fall because one of the positions they're advertising for is a teacher for such children.
Last night, Cordelia's teacher held a meeting for parents to talk about fifth grade camp. There wasn't a lot of new information, but it was good to have it all in one place. I think parents for about half the class were there. The mother who's been handling the fund raising efforts said we should have enough money not to need extra from the families (part of this is that the kids are going for two nights rather than three). We also talked about fifth grade graduation.
Cordelia says she thinks she can go to camp if I go, too. I'm going to e-mail her teacher about that. Transportation is going to be the big difficulty. I can't ride the bus with the kids, so I'll have to find another parent who's going and beg for a ride there and back. I'll have to fill out the background check form, too. I didn't do it last night because Cordelia had been saying that she didn't want me there at all because it was too embarrassing.
I don't much want to go. It'll mean being offline for three days. It'll mean sleeping on a bed that hurts me. It'll mean a couple of days of nothing much to do. (Anything I take, I'll have to be able to carry, and electronics are discouraged, so my e-reader isn't an option (not that I'd have a way to charge it if I did take it).) It'll probably mean riding with people I don't know. I'm not sure how long the drive is to get there. It's Camp Eberhart, a YMCA camp in Three Rivers. I'm not sure how far Three Rivers is from here.
Scott's parents aren't going to make it to Cordelia's soccer game this week, either. They have a funeral to attend. There are still two games left before Scott's father's surgery, but I don't know if they'll attempt to come to either. We'll figure out something for getting Cordelia up to Scott's parents' place for her Saturday overnight.
I stay for two classes. A third class comes in as I'm finishing up the shelving. Today, I stayed long enough to check in their books. There are only about four kids in that class. They're all special ed, emotionally challenged is the phrase I think the administrators use. Today, one of the kids lost it and hurled a thermos at the sub, hitting her in the hand pretty hard. She sent me to get ice while the aide took the boy in question back to the classroom. She said she thought her finger might be broken, but she wasn't sure.
I believe the classes for the emotionally challenged kids will still be at the school in the fall because one of the positions they're advertising for is a teacher for such children.
Last night, Cordelia's teacher held a meeting for parents to talk about fifth grade camp. There wasn't a lot of new information, but it was good to have it all in one place. I think parents for about half the class were there. The mother who's been handling the fund raising efforts said we should have enough money not to need extra from the families (part of this is that the kids are going for two nights rather than three). We also talked about fifth grade graduation.
Cordelia says she thinks she can go to camp if I go, too. I'm going to e-mail her teacher about that. Transportation is going to be the big difficulty. I can't ride the bus with the kids, so I'll have to find another parent who's going and beg for a ride there and back. I'll have to fill out the background check form, too. I didn't do it last night because Cordelia had been saying that she didn't want me there at all because it was too embarrassing.
I don't much want to go. It'll mean being offline for three days. It'll mean sleeping on a bed that hurts me. It'll mean a couple of days of nothing much to do. (Anything I take, I'll have to be able to carry, and electronics are discouraged, so my e-reader isn't an option (not that I'd have a way to charge it if I did take it).) It'll probably mean riding with people I don't know. I'm not sure how long the drive is to get there. It's Camp Eberhart, a YMCA camp in Three Rivers. I'm not sure how far Three Rivers is from here.
Scott's parents aren't going to make it to Cordelia's soccer game this week, either. They have a funeral to attend. There are still two games left before Scott's father's surgery, but I don't know if they'll attempt to come to either. We'll figure out something for getting Cordelia up to Scott's parents' place for her Saturday overnight.