I woke up early thinking I had to go to work. Sweet! Didn't! HA!
Things with "the child" seem better. I've taken a sterner voice with him, and that seems to empower his main teacher more. She has a daughter, and sons are way different. . .and when you add to that difference, violent tendencies...whoa. I'm less anxious about what he might do when he's in P.E. There are two teachers there and they just don't put up with his stuff. . . and he doesn't act up--he tries, but they nip it in the bud. Yesterday I had him in a SpEd room to take a test and for the hour I had him he was amazingly wonderful. I looked at him and said, "I think I'm seeing the real "C" right now." Sweet smile from him. That was nice.
My strong feelings on illegal immigrants stops at their kids. I'm in a couple of hispanic classes and have fallen drop-dead, totally in love with these kids. Even the ones that act up all the time. I ask them what they want to do--one wants to be a doctor, another a vet, another a teacher. I want that for them, too. I was supervising lunch for my kindergarten class. One little boy asks me, "Where is your mama?" I got a little dewy-eyed...not expecting that question. "She's not here anymore." I replied. He said, "She's dead?" "Yes," I said.
"She's with God," He said with the confidence and conviction of a much older person.
I'm working on a couple of boxes on commission right now, and that makes me happy. I'll post pics soon. School is almost over. I'm treating myself to a few painting workshops this summer, and considering going back to school for another degree, or a master's in....something.
I've been lurking on your blogs....everyone seems really busy right now. Maybe the summer will help us all catch up a bit.