Thu, April 22, 2010 7:06:54 PM radical honesty.
Wed, April 14, 2010 10:40:49 PM finally.
i'm noticing on my conference schedule that all of these people will have no showed or canceled for the next hour. makes me happy and sad at the same time. my favorites so far are the older brother who explained his parents don't do conferences because they are hispanic, and the fathers who only ask about homework, repeatedly, and the mother who insists that her daughter should skip a grade like angelic. then there are the parents who ask me to separate their kid from this other kid, and others who pray that their children will be ready for fifth grade, and some who want parenting advice, which stumps me every time.
they smile so sweetly. these are their babies. i can't think of grades right away.
i’ve been running around like a crazy person this week at work, trying to manage the usual tension between what i believe and what i do, and a growing sense of inadequacy. this last leg will be a tough one. i make lists and lists and lists of everything i will do differently and better and more of, but the smell of grass hits at 3:35 and the students flee to their cars and i stare into the sun and forget it all.
do you ever want to be somewhere else? i wonder if i am living up to whoever i am.
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