The end of the school year is drawing near. I have to try to remember that it is a marathon, and not a 50 yard dash. I feel like we're trying to pack tons of stuff in the last few weeks before our spring testing. We're going to be doing groups some more starting next week, but we're not going to be doing our reading groups. We're going to be doing skills-based groups regarding language usage. I'm working on sentence construction and parts with my groups. Another teacher will be working on nouns, one verbs, and the last will be working on pronouns. Seriously, we have students who still refuse to put a capital letter or an end mark on their sentences. At the end of second grade. How do you fix that? I don't know that I have an answer.
I am kind of excited for the end of the year. I'm fried. Really, truly, fried. I've decided not to even attempt to teach summer school this year, even though if I did get a position, the money is good and would be very beneficial for us. I just don't think its the right thing. My students for next year deserve a fresh and renewed teacher, and my students this year did not get that.
I'm wondering...does anyone really give a rat's behind about the Obama's new dog? All I know is that dog's going to be big. I'm happy to know that my tax dollars will be paying for a professional dog-walker. Maybe they should have adopted a chihuaua to build relations with Mexico.
Speaking of Mexico...I have an issue with the topic of illegal aliens. Over the course of my very short career in education, I have had the pleasure of teaching several students who are in the country illegally. And I do mean "pleasure." These students and their families are honestly some of the hardest working and most appreciative people. They know how good we have it here, and they risk life and limb to come.
I had a parent talk to me during conferences. This parent told me about their trip through the desert, and how they came in the dark of night. The parent was afraid because they're going to have to return to Mexico. This parent sat in my room and wept at the thought of returning there, because she knows that her children will not have the same opportunities in Mexico that they have here.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not condoning coming into this country illegally by any means. But I think that the general American people sees illegal immigrants as drug dealers and users, people who come here and suck our system dry, and to be honest with you, I haven't seen that with the kids and families I've interacted with. They work hard, they support their families, and even extended families. I think that they truly realize what a good thing we have going on here. If they didn't, they wouldn't do what they have to do to get here.
I'm babbling. And I'm tired. And I'm going to look through this catalog to see what I want to order for my classroom next year. Wooties.
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