When I was growing up I'm pretty sure different reading, etc. groups within a class were the norm. It certainly was in my school. The "don't be eliteist" trend seems to be in the last ten or twenty years.
We had clear-cut streaming. Totally different classrooms. It was never called that but everyone knew that most subject teachers had a "smart" class and a "dumb" class. However, I think it was by subject, so a kid could be in the smart group for some things and not others. We all worked on the same stuff throughout the year.
Social studies was always mixed up though, which is why you had things like Friday's map day, when we had to fill in the blank US map every Friday until we got 100, and some people were doing it all year, and the kids who finished after a week or two had to sit there the whole time doing nothing.
DH's dad called - his aunt passed away late last night. It was quick - and we're all glad for that.
I know I'm in an awful mood, and I know there are things going wrong all at the same time, but how idon'tknowwhattocallit is it that when I told my boss about this just now, and that I didn't expect for there to be anything I could do about it until possibly Tuesday if there is a memorial (not her style - she left no instructions), her response email was 'Do what you need to do.' and that's it.
Tell me I'm being too sensitive and to focus on what's important.
eta - (family & Iris' birthday)
First of all, {{{Sox and fam}}}
I suspect that your boss's response was meant as "take all the time you need and don't feel like you need to be at work right up to the service", rather than unsympathetic -- but I can definitely see how it comes off wrong.
So, again, {{{Sox}}}
amych is right, I think. Take your boss' comment as an invitation to re-prioritize, Sox. Put down the stressy work stuff. Eat a cupcake.
{{{Sox}}} I think amych and Sparky have the right of it.
remember that time there was a mouse in my kitchen last year?
Heh. I love that you put on rat music before the removal....
P-C, you handled that FAR batter than I would have.
I would have had a stroke and collapsed.
Sox, I'm so sorry. And yes, amych and Sparky are probably right.
I know that at some point I need to realise that dressing to entertain six year olds is NOT the way to go; that one can, indeed, have too many sequins, that ruby slippers are not the norm, and that using chocolate perfume is not neccesarily the most grown up of choices.
Fay! Have I taught you nothing? I'm wearing (among other things) black glittery shoes and a top hat with pink and black roses. AND perfume that smells like chocolate and cupcakes. Dress to entertain yourself and the six year olds.
