I have a student that I have mentioned about already he is basically behind in everything we are doing. I think he may have a learning disability or something but the school is lagging with the necessary assessments.
Well, he has started acting out in class…constantly. Today it was a combination of turning around on the rug and just laughing with the person behind him, shouting randomly in class, sliding across the floor, taking other peoples jackets and throwing them in the air, saying googoogaagaa during a lesson which had all the kids laughing hysterically and making it difficult to gain the class back because they all had the giggles,
I know he is frustrated because half the time he doesn’t know what is going on my heart hurts for him but his disruptions are getting too much…he gets in the way of the other kids learning as well.
And then, towards the end of the day, I see him crawling under the table and I thought he was fooling around under there like he has done before and I just lost my patience. In my raised voice i told him if he keeps acting liking this he will not be a part of our class and then I regretted the second right after because I found out he was looking for his pencil.
I hate having this replay over and over in my mind with the inner dialogue.
"You shouldn’t have lost your temper."
"You should make it so he doesn’t feel frustrated."
I hatehatehate when things go not according to plan and it is all I can think about.
I approached him afterward and explained that his behavior is not okay and the reason I was upset is because he has been distracted and misbehaving all day. He understands right after I talk to him but then goes back to misbehaving a few minutes afterwards.
I don’t know what to do anymore. I need to get on the assessment team and see what is taking so long…this poor kid is so behind. We are already on numbers to 100 and he doesn’t know 1-10 yet.
Sometimes I think it is me and I am failing him but he needs more than me. I cannot leave 21 kids and only work with him one on one the whole day because that is what he needs.
There is just so much going on during the day that I feel like I neglect things I should be paying more attention to.
· Daydream – Close your eyes and imagine yourself in a dream location. Breathe slowly and deeply. Whether it’s a beach, a mountaintop, a hushed forest or a favourite room from your past, let the comforting environment wrap you in a sensation of peace and tranquility.
“Sometimes we just have to cut off the dead branches in our life. Sometimes that’s the only way we can keep the tree alive. It’s hard and it hurts, but it’s what’s best.”—Nicole Williams (via quotestuff)
“The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.”—
“So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide”—Meredith Grey (via thatkindofwoman)
So as the holiday season approaches, I’m anticipating my kinders to be talking nonstop about Santa. I already had one student tell another that Santa isn’t real and I just brushed it off and changed the subject. How does a kindergarten teacher handle situations like this? I still want them to keep their innocence and believe but what do I do when they approach me and ask if he’s real or not?
i remember back in first grade my school did this thing every year called a readathon where everyone wore pajamas to school and we had blankets and pillows and we built little nests on the floor and literally did nothing but read all day with periodical hot chocolate breaks and it was ENFORCED that everyone had to read the whole time i think i just defined paradise
The school I was student teaching in did something like this for Dr. Seuss’s birthday…it was so much fun!
And so we come to the famed part of break where I lament the to do list items that have not been accomplished (it sure feels like all of them), and begin to regret spending so much time doing “nothing” instead of all the somethings that I meant to do…
“Life is not somewhere waiting for you, it is happening in you. It is not in the future as a goal to be arrived at, it is herenow, this very moment — in your breathing, circulating in your blood, beating in your heart. Whatsoever you are is your life, and if you start seeking meaning somewhere else, you will miss it. Man has done that for centuries.”—Osho (via thatkindofwoman)
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5 more random facts :)
1. I’m a total homebody.
2. I read the whole Harry Potter series in one month.
3. I had a high school crush all four years on a jock who had the personality of a wall. (what was I thinking)
4. I have naturally curly hair that I hated as a kid but now adore.
5. I love pickles.
One thing I have noticed that I’ve lost during the last few months is my positive outlook.
Throughout my whole life, I have been the one to always look on the positive side of any situation. This has allowed me to experience difficult moments with ease because I always knew there is good in it and it will get better…and it would.
It isn’t as easy anymore…the negativity drowns me too many times and leads me into a slump where I become irritable and snap at everyone/anything. I HATE that. I am not sure if it even has anything to do with being a “first year teacher” but I have noticed I am moodier now and just lose my patience way faster than I would before.
I snap at someone and regret it the second after but what is done is done and I cannot take it back. I just apologize or sometimes just shrug it off…and it is always at someone near and dear to me.
I have random moments where I just want to cry…for no reason. Or maybe there is a reason, I am just overlooking it.
All I know is my emotions have been on a roller for the past few months and I am waiting to just ride the emotion of content.
One moment I am on a high, the next everything seems dark and gloomy. I don’t know what is going on with me.
I’m welling up as I write this and I hate it. HATEHATEHATE it.
THERE IS NO REASON FOR YOU TO BE SAD…WHY DO YOU FEEL SAD?
That I am winning students to myself but not really changing their lives.
I know that my students love me. I am 100% confident of that. And I know I love them tremendously. But there are days - moments - when I feel like the biggest fraud as an educator. Is there any learning taking place? Is that learning transforming their lives? Or do we just have a good relationship for useless reasons? I want their lives to be transformed by the truth I teach and by relationship with me, but I just don’t know if that happens.
The most difficult part of teaching, I think, is that the real fruit doesn’t come right away. You can’t know the real impact you have until years later, and even then you might not know. So it’s sort of a guessing game as to whether or not you’re actually doing anything significant.
So my biggest fear is that my students enjoy me and my class and have nice feelings toward me, but that’s where it ends.
I had the whole week off for Thanksgiving and it was very much needed and couldn’t have come at a better time. I did absolutely nothing work related all last weekend and this week. Today is when I plan and start being productive.
I caught up on sleep, let my voice rest, and just lounged as well as saw people I hadn’t spent time with since I started working…it was great.
It is a cozy rainy day which is perfect for staying in and getting work done. My goal is to plan the next three weeks and then it is Winter Break!
“I don’t like the terms “good person” or “bad person” because it’s impossible to be entirely good to everyone or entirely bad to everyone. To some, you are a good person, while to others, you are a bad person.”—Armin Arlelt (via thatkindofwoman)
“And I can’t
but to run my fingers
down your spine
like you are my
book. But I still
cannot read you,
your own language.
Your pages are
tired and torn,
but I want you,
I want it all.”—Michelle K., “Like a Book” (via oofpoetry)