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| Fri, 09-03-2004 - 11:36am |
Well, I've gotten through my first few days back at school and, I have to say, I'm relieved. I wasn't looking forward to it at all, but have been trying to stay positive in my attitude. I still have some real issues about some stuff there...but I'm trying to focus on coping with my classes. They're gonna be tough this year - I have more than my fair share of low ability teens this year and I know it's going to be hard work keeping them in line. But, I can at least say that I've made a decent start...even the class that is going to be the toughest was reasonably okay for me both yesterday and today...I got a full lesson's work out of them without incident. A miracle methinks! LOL!
Anyway, I'll just have to see how it goes over the next few weeks - haven't met all of my classes yet...and they're still in their docile, just-back-to-school mode.
Just thought I'd let y'all know how it went.
Hope your week had ended on a positive note, my friends, and that you have something nice lined up for the weekend.
Love, Loubie


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Awwww, thanks Cat - what a positive light you shed on even the scariest of situations
Sheesh Raye...you sure know how to make a girl blush. I don't know about dynamite, but I know I'm competent enough to hold my own in most situations. I even told off some really scary 15 year olds lads yesterday...lol! They're WAY bigger than me too!
Hey Lou... I'm a little late getting here but wanted to wish you well for the school year...
Kim
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rofl at telling off students bigger than you! What is even funnier is that they likely were fearful of being scolded by you.
I was a pretty docile creature in school for the most part... except for one class. The instructor was an amazing person, and it was his first year teaching (Shel later worked with him, and he was the department head then.) Most of the class were freshmen, four of us were sophomores. The subject was required, but it was also an easy one for me. I received the course book, put it in my locker, and never opened it again until it was turned in 9 months later. In class, the four sophomores were total brats... I was a huge brat, oy! The teacher would be talking and we'd have our own discussion going... if you looked around, the class was listening to us, not him. He's put up with it for a while, then would have enough and say something. We actually got along very well, though I'm sure he would rather have had me in a class where I'd have to pay attention instead of being a distraction.
Anyway, one winter's day I'm sitting in the back of the class and noticed how the heaters would turn on, sending jets of air upward, rattling the curtains. I proceed to tear paper into strips, tied them together, and had maybe 4 eight foot long strands. I tied them to the heaters whilst they were off. They come on, and these strands start floating up and dancing around. Once again... the class is facing towards the back, watching the show.
He'd get frustrated... knew I wasn't listening, would ask a question about the material, and inevitably I'd answer correctly. He told me that it drove him crazy, because I never studied, never paid attention, yet always aced the quizzes and tests. One time he got ticked and sent me to the administration offices for discipline. I served 3 days of after school detention. The last day, the assistant principal said I was done with detention, gave me a lecture on behaving, and was on my way. First place I went was to see this teacher, and we had a nice chat. This was on a Friday... on Tuesday morning, I had a note saying to report to the assistant principal. ruh roh. He tells me I am being suspended for not reporting for detention Monday. Huh? You dismissed me! He told me there was no proof of that, and of course there was none. Or was there? I asked him to excuse me for a moment, think I could... went to the teacher, told him what was happening, he went down and vouched for me that we had talked Friday and had indicated to him my detention time was over. He saved me... he could easily have gotten me for all the goofy stuff I did, but he didn't. I really admired him for that, it was a wonderful lesson on seeing through the clutter to do what is right.
Shelly mentioned me to him... over 30 years later, and he remembered that story. Shel tried to get me to an after school gathering with them, but the timing never worked out.
I've seriously rambled! I was talking with a young woman in Brighton earlier this year (I've not heard from her since I requested my account be deleted... will have to track her down another way.) She was full of defiance, bitter at the hetero world for her having been bullied in school. She told me of having to hide in the school basement for hours. Her way of dealing with it was to lash out, to feel powerful hurting heteros in return. I challenged her on this, exchanged rather heavy on board messages, until I dared her to write me privately. When she did... I knew we would get somewhere in changing that attitude, because she didn't wish to live like that. This young woman has artistic talent, and I've a feeling we might all hear from her one day.
Teachers can make a huge difference, even if it doesn't show immediately. I've no doubt you make a difference in a lot of lives.
shuddup raye!
I fully intend to visit Britain one day... my heart was rather set on our getting there once Max was legal, ok... that isn't happening, but my desire to go still exists. I'm such a history nut I'll be overwhelmed by it all just being there!
Right now my life is focused on getting work and school taken care of, by doing so get things headed forward for Kels and me, saving for surgery... after surgery, I will get my derriere there, so in terms of time, perhaps 2 1/2 years or so into the future. I'd love to meet up with you and nony! (Just don't let me drive. )
OK, I'm done.
*hugs*
Edited 9/4/2004 11:47 am ET ET by rayeellen
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What wise words, Kim - thanks for giving me a great angle from which to consider the tough stuff, chica ~ it means a lot coming from you :)
Hope you're okay, Kim, and that life's not too torturous away from your sweetheart. Nony and I well remember the angst of separation - but when you do get that time together, what memories you'll make!
You ramble ALL you want, Raye - I love reading your posts...and really appreciate you taking the time to write such thoughtful things to me. You're a gem indeed.
Sounds like you were what I would call a 'loveable rogue' at school. I'd have had you right from the back of the class to the front were I could keep an eye on ya - that would be AFTER I'd gotten my own back for the paper strands by attaching a few to your head before the heaters next came on *wink*. My philosophy is that a
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