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               Claudia called me this morning and said, “Are you going to work today?” because I was out sick yesterday.  I said I was.  She said, “because I’m throwing up” so we agreed she should call in sick and rest.  When I got to school, realized was extra good because tomorrow is MCAS day for at least D, and that could be rough.  She told me yesterday was really smooth minus two small incidents and a little grumpiness. 

                Today was NOT that day.  Was not bad by ANY stretch of the imagination, but not smooth.  Started out pretty okay; I had to run around the building like mad, but Kelley and Parker had the other 3 under control, playing games.   We started reading instruction, and A and E were really on task, D was in break area ordering Parker around like some kind of slave/boss.  I let it be.  While A and I were finishing his sheet, which he was ROCKING, btw, E walked in with ‘el verdadero historia de los tres cerditos’ (the true story of the 3 little pigs) and asked me to read it to him/them.  He wanted to hear it in English, which was awkward because my Spanish has gone WAY down hill, but they both sat through it fine, and I was proud.  I LEGIT love Spanish.

                First cash-in also seemed to go well.  D only had 15 cents in his can, and wanted to cash-in.  I said no, because recess is 25 cents, not 15.  So then he asked if he could go outside and watch.  I said, ‘sure, you can go watch them play’.  I stayed in.  They went out around 9:55; at around 10:15, I went outside to let them know cash-in period was over.  They’re coming over, and D says, “Miss E, E swore” which was apparently, a falsehood.  D had sworn, and tried to get E to say it, too.  E is a little too intelligent to fall for that, and he also knew that I didn’t believe it because Parker would have told me if that was truth.  So they’re both running towards me come inside, and they’re neck-and-neck, and then D sticks his hand out and pushes E’s chest.  I say, “D, remember to keep your hands to yourself” (or maybe I said, ‘we don’t push people’, it’s been a long day) and he says, “Shut the hell up”. 

                Then, he refuses to come inside.  Meanwhile, E goes in, hunkers down, starts Mathing up a storm.  A has a bit of a tantrum.  D comes into the classroom and sees A tantruming, and calls him one of my LEAST favorite words on planet Earth, “Gaytard” (a nice combo of two negatively-connotated words, awesome), and says, “I’m outta here”.  So I said, “okay, but that’s not a safe body, you’ll lose your point” and he told me “that’s okay, I’ll just go kill myself”.

                Basically, this was uttered 3 more times before he was really ‘gone’.  He said, “if you kill my mom, I’m just going to kill myself”.  He’s VERY concerned about having to go to ‘Crisis Services’, which from what I understand of it, is being hospitalized.  Mom says this is the time of year it happens if it’s going to happen.  I’m afraid.  EITHER way, Parker and I go looking for him, and he’s in the room next door.  And he’s trying to choke himself.  Hands around throat, face red.  So we look at each other and Parker goes and grabs him to restrain him.  Very vocal during the restraint; we were hurting him, we were jerks, it was our fault, we pick on him and wouldn’t do that to Z… but it was during a restraint, so I can’t really talk to him OR set him straight.  I don’t know; it didn’t sit right with me.  I called Jackie (principal) and Jerry (psychologist), and they were like ‘okay, he’s calming down, we don’t wanna walk in there and exacerbate the problem’ but then Jerry did end up coming in for a good 20 minutes of talking.  Not productive, but 20 minutes.  It became after 11, so I went to give the other 2 their cash-in, and Parker said they’d hang out next door a little bit and then do some math.  As I leave D goes, “I lost cash-in?” and “Is this going in my folder?”.  Hmm.  Yes, yes it is.  Because you need to learn that there are consequences to your actions.

                No complaints the rest of the day.  D had at least 2 really good 'do-overs' for being unsafe in the hall (running...). Avery came in today to be A's reading buddy, and I had told him, 'if I get a bad report, you are never coming into my room except for tutoring again' and he took it to heart and I got STELLAR reports back.  Reading group baked some DELICIOUS cookies (well, I didn’t have any of the cookies, I was a very good girl and just ate one small bit of dough and THAT was yummy), and they were all really nice to each other and helpful.  SCORE ; ).  Third cash-in seemed to have gone well, and S.S. was okay, all things considered.  Science didn’t really happen; they had extended recess and then D was all twittery because the girl he likes was near him on the blacktop…. Oh well.  Day ended on high notes, except when D asked me to read his folder to him and he said, ‘great, you’re gonna get me sent to crisis services’ which I won’t take blame for.

                BEST MOMENT OF DAY:  I wasn’t around for this, I was in the room doing the end-of-day routine, but Parker was talking to our old, crotchety bus driver because he thinks tomorrow is a half-day (it isn’t).  So they’re debating and Parker says, “I’m pretty sure tomorrow is a full day” and E quips, “Go inside and get Miss E; she’s smarter than you”.  Uh, I LOVE the fact that the E-Machine thinks so highly of me : ).  Actual day maker.

*There's a bulletin of 'safety idea's outside one of the 2nd grade classrooms.  Some of them are really sweetly honest about safety, "Never cross the street without looking" and "Don't stand up on a swivel chair".  Some of them are good advice, albeit strange, "Never drink poison" and "Don't play with acid" (both by Sam, unexpected).  And some were RIDICULOUS and so...second grade <3.  My favorite (I have to go back and read them all again, but for now) is, "Don't pour banana pudding on the floor and then walk through it".  That IS a good safety tip; oddly specific, but... I love little kids : )

                E was early again because the bus is now just him, but D came in today on time-ish.  Again he got breakfast.  The issue this morning was when he got some of the PB and J from his bagel onto Mr. Parker’s desk and refused to wipe it off.  Getting food on someone’s desk is annoying at best; but when the person is allergic to both peanut butter and fruit (aka, the stuff jelly’s made out of), it’s actually kind of a big deal.  He actually said, ‘it’s not my desk so it’s not mine anymore’.  This is PARKER who he is INFATUATED with.  We were both just incredulous that it took an actual 6 minutes of serious prompting to get him to wipe a little stuff off of Parker’s desk so Parker wouldn’t get sick.  What is that?

                Morning started out a little rough, because E refused to go to speech w/ Michelle and D refused to do the DIBELS (reading test) with Claudia, but we eventually at least got D to do the reading.  He’s made some improvements, which is AWESOME, but not as much as I thought; I think he’s still in the ‘at-risk’ category, which is NOT GOOD.  Reading instruction didn’t go well; E is refusing to read chapter books, so I went to grab some Nate the Great because I thought it was a chap book with pictures (what he wanted)(it isn’t, just a long story…).  Then Parker and the 2 walk in and we checked some books out of the library.  I now know how to work the check-out system : ).  I also found out they borrowed 2 books in OCTOBER that we haven’t gotten back…and they’re on MY name… grr.

                Lunch E didn’t want salad bar OR the nachos that were for lunch, so he cashed-in for pizza from Christopher’s.  Then apparently Claudia and Parker also ordered food, but I chose not to.  When I got to the room, it was already paid for, so I don’t know who I owe money to, but they took care of it without me.  They take care of a LOT without me. : (.  Thing I missed today:  D walking across room while mad and saying, “Goddamnsonofabitch”, aka Z’s catch-phrase.  Someone else pulled out a catch-phrase today, but I can’t remember who or which one.  Z has left an effect on all of us.  I miss him.

                After lunch, E refused to go to reading group with me.  I asked if I could tell him the plan, because it was just to finish the packet and then make up a recipe for cookies for next week, and he was not having it, and I had to go.  So I went, and I got Erin and Jenny set up. I was leaving to use the restroom briefly, when E was in the hall.  I was so excited he was coming that I knew I couldn’t leave or he might, so I held it.  Group went pretty well.  E forgets he ‘hates’ the group and talks to me with huge amounts of animation, and I can tell he TOTALLY loves that I remember stuff like his first best friend’s name, the kid up the street of his new house, his cats’ names… things that matter to him and show him I actually care about what he’s saying.  It’s also gotta be a HUGE compliment to him because his speech is so unintelligible to everyone else that they don’t understand 50% of what he’s saying.

                Negative bit of group = E calling Erin out on saying something that didn’t make sense.  Apparently, he’s still bitter/mad at her from the gym incident on Thursday involving her, a bug, and his sweatshirt.  Considering how much he DOESN’T care about being dirty, I’m deeply interested by how much he was bothered by that.  OH!  He’s the other flashback! He had to title his mystery in my group, and he said, “Miss E, wouldn’t A have come up with a really funny title for this?” and then “Remember that time A wrote a story about the Chicken Milk Cow Fish?”.  THROWBACK.

                Mini issue when they decided to look at an I Spy book through cash-in.  Transition to SS had E calling us ‘Liars’ that we hadn’t told them, but he recovered SUPER fast, and came over to the comp to do the quick work I had designed…a month ago.  D came over at his own sweet pace, and then all of the sudden, his wrist was hurting again (it’s not even his writing wrist, but it flares up sometimes when work is put in front of him) so he and Parker went to the nurse.  The wrist was FINE during recess, but you know how those things go. To be fair, there IS a weird bump on it, but if it hurts too much to do your class work (WITH YOUR OTHER HAND, YOU LEFTY!), it HAS to hurt too much to run around tagging people and trying to grab the flag.  I’m just saying.

         Que mas?  I typed up my progress reports and they're submitted, I took a nice walk to work this morning and I mean I really enjoyed my time, and then after school I met with Claire, realized the IEP was terrible, but none of my tutorettes showed up so I just worked on that for an hour and submitted them. w00t. 

*The title of this entry = when A is agitated during writing time, he kind of shuts down a bit.  Well, he kind of goes into this state where he freaks out and pulls out these default phrases, which is him shutting down.  One that he THINkS will shorten his writing time (it doesn't) is "once upon a time, the end.  okay, am I done? okay!?!".  Several versions of that, but the main one is the 'once up on a time, the end'.  I miss him; I hope he is back this week.

So, being the bored vampire I am, I decided to translate a song I favor... into spanish!

It's called, "Diamond Mind", by Rasputina.

English Version:

I want a diamond, I really do
I think that you should give me one
Then you can prove your love is true
And that the gift giving has just begun
I want that diamond, I want that thing
A tennis bracelet, a ring
It better shine, it better cut
I know it is expensive but...
What other way can you make four months of your measely salary last a lifetime
And what other thing have I ever asked you for
Besides...
The ability to read my mind
And I didn't get that either, Yet
I want that diamond, I want it so
All of my irritating friends will know
That I have worth, not only that
But that you love me even though I'm fat
I want that thing, I want it now
I'll say it once, I don't care how you get it
You can rob a store, There just is nothing I want more
Than diamond jewelry for me
And I'll talk louder so you see how very much it means to me!
Even some little stud earrings
Give me the goddamned diamond!

Spanish Version (To The Best Of My Knowledge):

Quiero un (Diamond), Yo mucho quiero,

Yo creo usted, necesita dar me un.

Entonces usted puede (prove) su amor es verdad,

Y (that) el dar de regalos se (just begun).

Yo quiero el (diamond), yo quiero el cosa,

Un (tennis bracelet), un (ring),

Se necesita (shine), y necesita cuchilla,

Yo se es (expensive), pero,

Que otro (way) puede hacer quatro meses de su pequenia salario (last) un vive,

Y que otra cosa tengo yo (/ever/) pregunta usted por?

(Besides).... el (ability) de lee mi cabeza!

Y yo no tengo (that) nunca, ya.

Quiero el (diamond), quiero mucho!

Todos de mi (irritating) amigas puede saber,

Que yo tengo (worth), no solo esta,

Pero que su me amor (even though) soy gordo.

Quiero (that) cosa, quiero ahora,

Voy a dice esta once tiempo, yo no (care how),

Su obtener esta, puede robar una tienda,

Esta solo nada quiero mas,

De (diamond jewelry) por me,

Y yo hablo mas (louder), entonces su vee,

Cuando muy mucho esta (means) de mi!

(Even some) pequenia (stud earrings)!

Solo dar me el estupido (diamond)!

Thank you, thank you very much.