"Is it, like, a teacher thing to put something to copy on the machine and then forget about it? Are you all just really forgetful?"
When the urge to lunge at him with sharp pointy objects passed, I found myself giggling and wishing I had a montage to show him. It would go something like this:
*****
It's my lunch. I go to put something on the copy machine for the after lunch lesson. A child comes running down the hall at me. "Mrs. M! I LOOOSST A TOOTH!"
I look at her. I look around. "You passed 5 adults on the way here. Why didn't you tell one of them?"
She looks at me expectantly, "But you are the one that has the little baggies for them."
Of course.
Cue image of e-mail after e-mail asking me if I am available at 1:30 for a meeting.
I'm just going to create an auto-reply that says 'I am never available at 1:30. There are 14 children here, and if I put one in charge, their EALRS won't get met. Try again.'
While getting a tooth baggie for the student, another student runs up.
"I don't like anything we have to eat today."
I wonder if I can eat HIS lunch.
"It's chicken nuggets! You always eat chicken nuggets!"
"Well I don't like them today." He said.
I take a deep breath and wind up for a talk on why we need to eat lunch.
I finally get him to have something and walk off to make my copies.
I try again to put something on the copy machine. Up walks someone else, "OH! I'm glad to catch you!"
I look at them sideways to see if they brought me food.
"I need to talk to you about this paperwork, got a minute?"
Of course I do. It's my break. And the paperwork is important so I don't want to miss a chance to talk to them about it.
But my COPIES! Oh well, I'll get them after we are done talking.
I am done talking about the paperwork. I have to walk through the cafeteria to get my lunch.
"MRS. M! she is LOOKING at me funny"
ignore.ignore.ignore.
"MRS. M! SHE HIT ME."
ignore.ignore.ignore.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
In an attempt just to look sideways, I see the two kids lunge at each other.
Crap.
I step in to stop them.
I finally get my lunch. I have 10 minutes to eat so I race to the staff lounge in hopes of not getting interrupted. In walks the psychologist,
"Oh good. You're in here. Since you have a moment, I'd like to talk to you about a few students."
I look at him,
"If I'm not in here, will you assume that I don't have a moment?"
I finally get back upstairs and wrangle the class. I go to start my lesson and,
Crap.
WHERE ARE MY COPIES?
*****
It's my lunch. I go to put something on the copy machine for the after lunch lesson. A child comes running down the hall at me. "Mrs. M! I LOOOSST A TOOTH!"
I look at her. I look around. "You passed 5 adults on the way here. Why didn't you tell one of them?"
She looks at me expectantly, "But you are the one that has the little baggies for them."
Of course.
Cue image of e-mail after e-mail asking me if I am available at 1:30 for a meeting.
I'm just going to create an auto-reply that says 'I am never available at 1:30. There are 14 children here, and if I put one in charge, their EALRS won't get met. Try again.'
While getting a tooth baggie for the student, another student runs up.
"I don't like anything we have to eat today."
I wonder if I can eat HIS lunch.
"It's chicken nuggets! You always eat chicken nuggets!"
"Well I don't like them today." He said.
I take a deep breath and wind up for a talk on why we need to eat lunch.
I finally get him to have something and walk off to make my copies.
I try again to put something on the copy machine. Up walks someone else, "OH! I'm glad to catch you!"
I look at them sideways to see if they brought me food.
"I need to talk to you about this paperwork, got a minute?"
Of course I do. It's my break. And the paperwork is important so I don't want to miss a chance to talk to them about it.
But my COPIES! Oh well, I'll get them after we are done talking.
I am done talking about the paperwork. I have to walk through the cafeteria to get my lunch.
"MRS. M! she is LOOKING at me funny"
ignore.ignore.ignore.
"MRS. M! SHE HIT ME."
ignore.ignore.ignore.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
In an attempt just to look sideways, I see the two kids lunge at each other.
Crap.
I step in to stop them.
I finally get my lunch. I have 10 minutes to eat so I race to the staff lounge in hopes of not getting interrupted. In walks the psychologist,
"Oh good. You're in here. Since you have a moment, I'd like to talk to you about a few students."
I look at him,
"If I'm not in here, will you assume that I don't have a moment?"
I finally get back upstairs and wrangle the class. I go to start my lesson and,
Crap.
WHERE ARE MY COPIES?
*****
But since I didn't have a montage and I was racing off to get my afternoon prepped, I just smiled sweetly and said, "You're right. We must just be forgetful."
3 snarks:
Hilarious, I will send this to my sis. She described to me that sometimes her lunch break is shoving her food in her face in the hallway before an IEP starts. Its scheduled during her break of course. -Kristina
Christ, I feel tired just reading about all that.
My bad habit is putting something down without being totally cognitive of it and forgetting where I put it. The number of times I've gone hunting for my black zip up in dark corners is embarrassing.
My problem is similar but involves fewer children and more Lance Corporals and Lieutenant Colonels with "good ideas." I send things to the printer down the hall and discover them two days later sitting neatly stacked next to it. Sometimes my clerk takes pity and brings them to me.
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