Mizz Erna

Second week of classes, and just my second day of student teaching and I am thoroughly in the thick of final semester purgatory. Today I had to break up 3 physical fights in my 3rd grade class. I went home with a raging headache and I am dying to go to sleep at a decent hour. After some contemplation today, I have accepted the fact that my "new kids" are not going to turn into angels over night, although thankfully there are some angels in existence in the class. Maybe my repeated "That is not worth your energy", "You are better than that", and "That is not a nice thing to say" wil seep into their heads eventually. And to think that I was actually disappointed on Monday that this semester long "assignment" would not be challenging enough because the few special ed kids in this general ed class were relatively high functioning compared to lthe kids (my gad, relative ANGELS) at last year's student teaching placement. I've decided to take on this unplanned challenge of learning as much as I can on how to manage a class of 28 hyperactive, loud mouths and I refuse to repeat "get back to your seat" and "please be quiet" more than 100 times tomorrow. Man, I knew I was spoiled last semester!