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in the hoosegow

Friday, March 28, 2008

as my kids would say, "crap monkeys!"

My world is kinda rocked right now. My friend chastized me for not posting more in general, for which I'm sorry. Today, though, I'm just not sure what to say, except that my mom lied to me. I don't remember her ever doing that before. It's a sure sign that some parts of her brain are shut down or irreparably impaired by her dementia. It also means that because my sister never communicated with me directly, I got a skewed version of a very important story and I am just now, months and months and MONTHS later finding out the truth.

Lots of swears come to mind, but not a whole lot of intelligent words to explain...

I'm surrounded each day by kids who are fragile and whose brains are wired kitty wampus and I adore them at the same time I'm pushing them to do hard things like make repairs when they've hurt someone or give a peer feedback that might hurt the other kid's feelings. It's different somehow when it's myself. What advice do I have to offer other than drink another margarita or book a therapist asap?

Saturday, March 15, 2008

trouble and strife

My lesson for right now: when given the choice between helping your kids in the best way you know how and pleasing your boss, always go with the kids. I've been called to the carpet for the poor return on a recent event that one of my classes organized and it's tough to say what exactly went wrong. In fact, it would be a shorter list to say what went right. This is the 3rd event of this type that I've helped with and the other two kicked butt. This time around my kids were waaaaaay more involved, engaged, thoughtful and hard working. This time around they asked for an extension and were denied. This time around they asked for help from the community (via my boss) and received little. This time around the administrators above me decided the date, time, location and because of this, the amount of volunteer help we received (none from our parent volunteer group, which made this event work the last two times). My boss demoralized me and my kids (at times in front of others) and accused us of "pointing fingers at each other".

Today begins spring break and when I go back I have already been asked to meet to discuss what went wrong, or in other words, attempt to justify my actions. At least I believe this is what they expect. Rather, I intend to present them with a table of factors and let them draw their own conclusions. If I become any further engaged emotionally I will just quit, because this sort of aggravation and, well, humiliation is not what I signed up for. During the event itself I was secretly texting with my colleagues, who were away from campus, and they kept sending encouraging notes back. They felt guilty for leaving me to deal with this myself and in fact they have recently experienced similar situations with their own classes/businesses.

On the up side, I feel like I've created an atmosphere of trust and mutual interdependence with this class, which started off disjointed and was often disrupted by the kids making fun of each other. I have shared with them the criticism we were receiving, let them work out how to adjust their schedule and behavior accordingly and let them know that I would take responsibility for any shortcomings.

It's tough, though. I sought this job in large part because I wanted a chance to develop relationships with my students and I've come to enjoy and love many of them. I am their always advocate. The question is, can I and will I be allowed to continue this work next year? Do I want to?

Saturday, March 08, 2008

sooooo tired

My old house, she is almost ready. Ready to go on the market and be shown off to strangers. At the moment, my right hand is killing me, as is my back, from scrubbing and squeezing the vacuum, from reaching and bending. Hallelujia, my friend is having an early St. Patty's Day party tonight. I am ready to inhale a few margaritas, especially as my last margarita experience was completely nastificous. Who ever thought they could make a margarita out of wine was without taste or sense. Anyhoo, it's weird to go back to the house because I keep expecting to see Kitty Pants, although I know she is at the new house, taunting the dogs.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

because it is

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Monday, March 03, 2008


Yesterday I went to the zoo with the fam and the PIG. Yay! We saw many types of primates and birds and watched the baby run around and act like a prairie dog. The PIG got pissed off when he saw some folks feeding cheetahs to the monkeys and told them to stop. He has some cajones, that boy. Next time I'd like to visit with the prairie & savannah animals and also see the reptile house.