Posts under ‘Evan’

The marathon is over.  The Wild Things have gone home (or what passes as home).  All that’s left is bits of ratty paper and crumbly memories strewn through my room, through me.  A school year.  Nine-ish months of intense proximity.  Just like a pregnancy, only with 20: viginitituplets?  Puts Octomom to shame.
As I look back [...]

Last week the last lingering afterglow of Winter Break sank deep into the bowels of the Pacific Ocean.  Kids began to slack off.  They stopped doing their homework with any amount of care and attention.  On Thursday, the day we have Music, and now, now that I think they’re old enough and mature enough to [...]

I had to do it again today.  Call the Department of Child and Family Services to report a parent.
This one haunts me for different reasons than the last one: last week, I knew the mother intended well but just needed some parenting help; today I know the mother intends bad.
This mother instructed her seven-year-old child, [...]

11 warning notices filled out to be sent home to kids not meeting grade-level standards
5 notes to parents (homework issues)
3 mini-conferences with parents (Kelly, Jesus, Brianna: Kelly brought a glass perfume bottle to school because Jesus, a 2nd grader in another class, called her fat and stinky; Brianna’s having a hard time counting to 20 [...]

There’s something about a new beginning in September that’s embedded in our life’s rhythm no matter how far we are from school. New season. New wardrobe. A new fall line-up.
A scrubbed and purposeful self ready to begin crisp new things.
Parents and teachers. We feel it more acutely. We live by [...]