I wasn't sure I'd make it. What happened you ask? Twenty 6-7 year olds who haven't had more than a 2 day weekend since the beginning of September and a teacher who needs a break. That's what happened.
This year, our district decided they wanted to get us done with school before June (very rare in Texas with the new rules that started a few years ago). In order to do that, they took away almost any extra day off. We still have the big ones, but no little 3 day weekends. It has resulted in some exhausted and antsy students, as well as teacher.
My students wouldn't listen unless I yelled. Then, I think they were just too scared to speak. (I don't yell on a regular basis, I blame it on my exhaustion.) There was not a day this week that didn't bring tears (not mine). Tears because they were in trouble. Tears because they didn't do what they wanted. And today, tears because I caught him trying to steal from my treasure chest and took away both the earned prize and stollen one. And not little tears. Big sobbing, screaming tears. Wednesday, I really wanted to throw a fit too.
I have never been so tired in my life. I'd come home and just collapse and do nothing. I was so pleased that Anthony wanted to go enjoy free dinner last night because I wasn't sure if I'd have the energy to cook.
And I am so thrilled that it is the weekend. The only thing I have to do is attend a birthday party tomorrow, which I am looking forward to. The rest of the weekend, I plan to just rest and lounge. No house work. No errands. Heck, I don't think I'll even do laundry.
And after today, I only have 7 more work days until Thanksgiving break. I can't wait!!
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