I'm going to skip my usual opening line of "it's been a long time," mostly because it's been too long to even legitimately make that comment. It's been like a month and a half. It's been a rough month and a half. I've laughed a little, cried a lot, but me and fiancee have endured and there's light at the end of the tunnel. He has been painfully patient with my weekly breakdowns, providing the support and encouragement and realistic practicality that I've needed to turn my focus back towards my Lord who is dying to help me through it all. My time with Him has transformed from pride and ignorance to humility and earnest desire for His guidance, and I am eternally thankful. It's finally become a bittersweet time, as I stare down the end of an era with a brief 12 days left.
My kids are making me laugh again, but it's mostly because I'm seeing their humor again when for so long I only saw their rebellion.
My kids are making me smile again, but it's mostly because I'm seeing their humor and good intentions again when for so long I only saw their disrespect.
SOLs are over and we're officially in movie watching time now. Yeah...I'm that teacher. But I have a legitimate and Language Arts related writing assignment planned to begin the moment the movies end, so have no fear. Funny things that have happened in the last week:
A boy from my 5th block came into class and wandered around my room for about four minutes whining about how he's in the mood for an apple. "I really want an apple...I"m really in the mood for an apple...do you have an apple for me, Miss Melchione? Please give me an apple, Miss Melchione." I didn't have an apple for him. He picked a piece of trash up off the floor though and walked it over to the trashcan, and then looked inside the can and screamed "THERE'S AN APPLE IN HERE! SOMEONE THREW OUT A PERFECTLY GOOD APPLE!" I nearly died of laughter.
Yesterday my [favorite] student got caught by his homeroom teacher wearing a hoodie and was told to put it in his locker. He came into my room freaking because he was wearing his track uniform underneath the hoodie with no shirt underneath. Hoodie = not school uniform. Track uniform with no shirt underneath = not school uniform. Quite the quandry he was in. So he went around asking all my kids if they had a sweater he could borrow, and none of them did. I said, as a complete joke, that he could wear my little gray cardigan...and he said okay. As he was putting it on, looking a little bit like a moron, my mentor (his homeroom teacher) walked in looking for him, and laughed. This is a man who doesn't laugh. We told the kid that he better wear the sweater all day long....which he probably would have done if the French teacher hadn't told him he needed a pass from the office to wear a women's sweater that's two sizes too small for him. I have to say that when I heard that, I nearly died. Kid went back to the hoodie and wore my sweater around his neck until lunch when I walked into the cafeteria, frozen in my sleeveless dress, walked over to where he was sitting with all his friends, and took my sweater back without saying a word. I feel like he might be getting crap for that whole exchange until he graduates from high school.
A male student who I don't have said last week in my presence that I'm too beautiful for anyone. And then yesterday he told me that my cheekbones are perfect. I told him I'm starting to get creeped out.
In other news, I was treated to my very first manicure/pedicure last week (have I mentioned that I have a fantastic fiancee?) and I am kind of in love with my French tips that are now sadly chipping. I've literally never liked French tips on anyone and never had a desire to have them. The sweet manicure lady pretty much told me I was getting them and didn't give me the choice, though, so I rolled with it. And now I want them to always be French tipped. And less chipped than they are right now. I need to come up with a way to legitimize regular trips to the nail place...
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