( continues...) Didn't want to look at their work, didn't want to find out why I thought this was a good idea - just assumed that I was wrong, and that I needed to keep on hammering away at adding small numbers together.

But - I've seen their work. I was working with them. My concept of where they are at, and where they need support, is based on KNOWING WHAT THEY ARE DOING SUCCESSFULLY, damn it. Most all of them were able to do the simple addition stuff we did today, and were successfully using the 'put the big number in your head and then use your fingers to count on the little number' strategy for adding things like 12 + 6. More than half of them were also able to successfully add things like 18 + 15, despite the fact that this uses totally different strategies. So I'm thinking that it would be good to look at these strategies, consolidate what they're doing right and throw a bone to those few kids who stared in horror at the trickier sheet and had no clue how to do it.

It sort of kills me that he seems to have so little respect for me as a professional. He's 29. I'm 34. And although, yes, he may find me eccentric and quirky and eye-rollingly odd, ho ho, that Miss Fay, what silly thing is she doing now...you know, it would behove him to take on board the fact that I'm not deficient in understanding, and that in fact I have a shitload of transferable skills and experience, even though I didn't just go straight to Uni to train as a teacher and then go straight into a UK school.

t /snippy self-involved baggage

Skipped ahead to request major Buffista~~ma.

Em has two teachers, K and L. L's husband (mid-thirties) got up around 3am today to take their 5 year old to the bathroom. He passed out cold. L got up because she heard him fall and their 5 year old screaming her head off. He was on the floor, unconscious, eyes open. They called 911 and took him to the hospital.

Brain aneurysm.

He's alive, but not "with it" and they're trying to get him over to the U or Beaumont to do surgery.

He's a really sweet man - when Joe lost his job back in October, he was the first to say "Send your resume my way." and the whole family is just so awesome. A, the five year old, is a total sweetie-pie and N, their 14 month old, is the cutest little boy. And Em LOVES L. Really attached to her. Please vibe, pray, ~~ma~~ them if you wouldn't mind. They are a great family and he's way too young for this shit. Seriously.

Sox and I were taught at a young age to shoot to kill or don't bother pulling the trigger.

yah, yah. I usually sided with the 'don't bother' part though. Still - apocalypse skills:

- can keep us from going back to olde englyshe spelling. - can fit in tight places and HIDE. - can join in the baby wranglers. - can reassemble a querty keyboard (though, really, I think there's a better one out there).

also,
- can use a compound bow, aforementioned firearms, tie almost any knot one handed, splice, sail, climb a tree, float for hours, swim a mile, fish (if they're not all boiled or walking), pitch a tent, make teenagers think that they really want to do something, CPR, First Aid, WSI, and do amazing things with popsicle sticks and gimp.

... oh wait, that's summer camp.

ION - Erin McK concert last night was a howl. Very small room - acoustic, which is ok, but she has a really talented drummer. Everyone put requests (including U2's 'with or without you') and questions in a bowl and she picked at random. One of the questions was 'how short are you?' and her response was: "6'4", motherfucker". Which I loved because she's just a touch taller than me (which is a way under 6 feet), and had said something at the bar long before the show about height that just rocked. She has an amazing voice. The woman who opened for her was also really good - Nicole Reynolds? (asking DH for the last name) - and very funny...

Aimee - all my ~ma to L. I hope they can do something quickly and restoratively.

Ooh! I can haz apokalips skillz!

Hm, I've got living off the land pretty much covered. I know what plants to forage for, the best ways to plant and process crops, how to skin and tan hides, brew beer, and how to store foods over winter. This is all assuming that we have no technology or power, of course, because once that comes along I'm pretty useless. Go prehistoric skills! Choose prehistoric skills!

Fay - It sucks that you have to deal with a dickish cow-orker. At least it's only one guy, though, and not the system that sucks in this school? Can you maybe request that you work with him a bit less next school year?

Aimee - Best wishes and all the ~ma to L.

Holy crap.

All my -ma are belong to them. That's just awful.

Oh, Aimee, how awful! Much ~ma to them.

Thanks guys, I really appreciate it. I'm completely heartsick over this.

Or else I use it to reinforce learning about our nutrition topic, and give each kid a different thing - but some of them are vegetables, some of them are carbohydrates, some of them are proteins, so when I call 'proteins' I'm expecting the kids who were told 'fish', 'beans', 'bacon' etc etc to jump up.

Fay, I think this is the made of awesomecakes with awesome sauce. What a great tool to help them identify and name things. When Joe and I win the lottery, we're going to fly to the states, put you in a great awesome place and pay you a ridic amount of cash to teach our kids.

And speaking of great tools, your co-worker needs a serious smiting.

Oh, Aimee, shit. ~ma, thoughts, and prayers headed their way, and yours too.

And speaking of great tools, your co-worker needs a serious smiting.

What. She. Said.

((Fay)) that's so uncool. You sound really clear on the issues though. Is there some way to stuff your co-worker in a closet? Or ask your principal for help? No matter what pseudo-experience he has, it can't compare to 'I've been the one working with these kids. And I know them.'

ETA: Better yet. Tell co-worker he can have the parents all to himself.