the words i used to define parent teacher conference sounded something like "slave labor."
yesterday was 8 hours straight of meeting parents of every kind. and documenting my every 5 minutes.
mostly i left feeling super grateful for the parents i have. [and like my brain was going a million miles a minute.]
the only thing i could do to keep sane was sing jay sean at the top of my lungs on the way home.
...if you can even call that sane.
and i bombed the dinner tonight.
i'll be tasting garlic in my mouth for the next 3 days and the alfredo was more like soup on a plate.
i've had a cookie with almost every meal this week. including breakfast.
i lost one of my student's quizzes, some days i just come home a grumpy wife, and most days i just don't really know what to say here because i do the same thing, all day, every day.
so this is the real story. thanks to all you who are still sticking around.
[i should only post on saturdays. i'm in a much better mood those days.]
oh, and happy october. i'm excited as ever to finally get the halloween decorations up. [love it.]
you don't have to be in a good mood every day... you can keep it real and I'll still love ya! :)
ReplyDeletehang in there mrs. student teacher... knowing you, you are doing much better at life than you even realize.
I looooooooooooooveee you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteoh man i always wondered what teachers thought about sitting down with every parent and having to explain everything they do and why their kid is doing awesome/crappy. and i know i just feel awful for every teacher every. sundaes awlways help my bad days...
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