That's an awesome idea Sail.

tensions were very high, and two of our more crazy girls nearly had a fight in the hallway after one of them accused friends of the other one

er...you either need to watch this last season of the Wire as soon as possible or avoid it at all costs.

I wish I had some good (or any) advice, Gris. My dad was a public school teacher for for 30 years and I knew I'd never have the fortitude to do what he did. I know it's frustrating and depressing as hell now but your kids are lucky to have someone who cares so much. I hope you're able to stick with it.

{{Gris}} Ditto what everyone else said. I'm so sorry this is so hard on you, and I admire you so much for even wanting to do this, and for trying so hard. Caring so much, that makes you a good teacher, right there.

Sail, that's a good idea. Girls could use one around age 16, too, I think.

{{{Gris}}} You are doing a very difficult and yet important thing. Thank you. You may not be teaching either of my children and I probably don't say it enough to any of their teachers, though I do try, but seriously, thank you.

In meme news, when my alarm went off this morning I was absolutely certain it was Saturday morning and I was upset that I had forgotten to turn off my alarm. And then I realized my mistake. sigh

Sail, that's brilliant.

{{{{Gris}}}} A couple of weeks ago I had lunch with a friend who's on his second year of teaching (middle-school science). We talked a bit about Emily's frustrations in San Francisco and about teaching in general, and he said he doesn't know one single teacher (except possibly K-3rd grade) for whom the first year isn't completely brutal. The constant riding herd on the kids, the discipline issues, the total indifference to homework, the cheating, the largely fruitless calls to parents -- the whole nightmarish mess of it is just what the first year is like, unless you're incredibly lucky or you're Sidney Poitier.

FWIW, he did also say that the second year truly is easier. Still brutal, but manageable. And that at the end of his first year he felt hopeless and incompetent, and so did all the other first-years he knew, and that now they're all feeling somewhat less so, and that he feels almost, barely, confident about next fall and a new crop of kids. It's just a shitstorm that there's no way through except through. But it doesn't mean you're a bad teacher, not at all.

Oh, my. I just got the sweetest note from my cousin's son (who is in 2nd or 3rd grade, I think). He colored one of those felt pictures for me, and wrote "To Valerie. From Luke. I pray for you. Always remember God loves you."

Apparently, he prays for me every night. I'm so touched. I just... Kids. I tell ya.

It's a quiet morning in here today. I am waiting for the cable guy to show up and fix the connection problem that is not happening today, but I know if I call and tell them not to come, it will start happening again.

{{{Gris}}} That right there is why I didn't finish my teaching program. I hope you are able to find your way through this. Don't beat yourself up because you aren't working miracles.

{{Laura}} Sounds like a tough day to be the mom, way to step up and be the "bad" guy.

Whoa, the Mobius shoes are extremely cool!

Go Saints!

This, and since they have such an amazingly adorable supporter, I'm sure they will. What a cutie!

Those Mobius strip shoes are cool. Mobius strips are cool. They make my brain feel funny.

{{{Gris}}} I was a crap teacher for discipline and cheating and stuff. And I taught at a pretty exclusive upper-class school (seriously, I had royalty in my classes). I hated lunch room duty, and study hall duty, and only sent someone to the principal's office once. I have no idea how you've managed a year at your school - I stand in awe of you.

The only experience I had that compares is the classful of yakuza sons (I called them yakuza-chan, but never where they could hear me). They had no interest in learning, and no impetus to do anything remotely like work. If trapped like a rat in a cage (by a quiz, for example), they would cheat like crazy. I frankly just started ignoring them.

You can help the helpless, but you can't help the hopeless.