Delightful Dozen Get Well

My first week back to school after two weeks off for the holidays has gone and I am very thankful! It was brutal! Although we didn’t have students last Monday, teachers had to be there, which in itself is not a big deal. Getting out of bed at 5:00 a.m. after two weeks of sleeping until 9:00 daily was difficult, to say the least. Our students returned on Tuesday. After not seeing their friends for a while, all they wanted to do was socialize. And the more the day progressed, the more they wanted to socialize. They have a tendency to wake up completely after lunch, and afternoon classes are usually a little more lively than morning. I stand corrected…A LOT more lively! Wednesday was a little better, especially after I had three students leave the room. Thursday was excellent, but then it started all over again on Friday…kids were ready to go home for the weekend, and so was I. Here’s to hoping this coming week is better. I really do enjoy teaching, and I love interacting with the kids. What I DO NOT have patience for is the outright defiance, disrespect, and disrupting of my classes. I have one group that is consistently behind my others because I spend more time getting them to “behave” than I do teaching. I feel sorry for the kids that are in there that actually do want to learn. Lunch detentions and office referrals are proving to be unproductive. Ugh! Only a few more months.

This is a card that I whipped up last Sunday after learning on Saturday that my mother had slipped on ice in her brother’s driveway in Ohio. She broke her hip and had surgery this past Sunday. She is doing well now…she sounds better and has a very positive attitude. She is 82 years old and very active and independent and is determined to get back to her independence. I am thrilled about that. She is a strong lady! That is one of many good qualities that I inherited from her. I am thrilled because many seniors her age give in to making little progress and won’t do what their physical therapists want them to do. Statistically, many don’t go back to their former selves; some even pass away due to other complications. But Mom is relatively healthy and goes to the gym at least 3 times per week. Soooooo…fingers are crossed. I mailed her this card on Tuesday, then found out they moved her to rehab on Wednesday. I am expecting to get it back in the mail any day now. I’ll have to resend it.