Monthly Archives: April 2016

I’m tired of mornings that come too soon.

I’m tired of prepping materials for the day and not knowing if we’ll use them or not.

I’m tired of having my schedule changed at the last moment (thank goodness standardized testing is over).

I’m tired of reminding the kids to eat breakfast.

I’m tired of constantly reminding certain students how the morning routine goes. (It’s April!)

I’m tired of cheap pencils that break constantly.

I’m tired of “[insert student’s name] is bothering!” (Bothering can mean anything from calling names to merely looking at someone.)

I’m tired of how certain students ALWAYS refuse to do their work.

I’m tired of half-hour lunches and recess duty.

I’m tired of battling the afternoon lethargy.

I’m tired of the words, “I’m sick.”

I’m tired of dealing with bulls*** e-mails that contain nothing relevant to my job.

I’m tired of Friday afternoon staff meetings.

I’m tired of dealing with the Dean of Students.

I’m tired of calling the same parents over and over again.

I’m tired of being four hours behind the majority of my support network.

I’m tired of hearing students on the boardwalk after the curfew siren has sounded.

I’m tired of living in the middle of nowhere.

I’m tired of weekends with limited places to go and things to do.

I’m tired of weekends that seem so¬†short.

And yet…

I love how certain kids always say “Hi Mr. CJ!” when they see me in the morning.

I love how today, just when I feel like I’ve been beating my head against a wall, three students recognized the preposition in a sentence.

I love how yesterday I watched as a student who has a notable short fuse stopped, thought, took a deep breath, and walked away from the person who was antagonizing him.

I love how at recess the kids will ask me to turn the jump rope and talk like Stitch.

I love the days that I get to supervise recess computer time and hear the kids singing along to YouTube videos.

I love the kids that push through the afternoon slump with me and get their work done.

I love the kids who recognize their own limitations, but still try the “challenge” questions.

I love that three-quarters of my kids will now use actual words and talk to me about their problems.

I love the kids who follow me to the post office, just to hang out and maybe help carry boxes.

I love the kids who come to visit and make a mess of my apartment while they play games and talk to each other with the puppets and chase each other with BB-8.

I love working out and seeing the changes to my body.

I love visiting with Lucas and Andy down the hall when the apartment gets lonely.

I love having friends over or going to their places for movie nights.

I love practicing trombone.

I love staff volleyball nights.

I love lying on the couch and writing.

I guess I can make it to the end of the school year, after all.