This week is one of my least favorite weeks in the whole entire world. This is the dreaded SEP week, Parent Teacher Conference week, or as I like to call it: Beat Up The Teacher Week.
Why do I hate thee? Let me count the ways?
1. Two late nights of 7 p.m.
2. Tactfully telling parents that little Johnny or Susie can't seem to stay in their seats or need seatbelts or duct tape restraints.
Truth be told, my SEPS having been going great. I'm about halfway finished with no real breaks in sight to get any planning done. Having 28 students has really cut down on the amount of time I spend in planning and helping my students. A class of 14 sounds perfect right about now!
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8 comments:
Hang in there Mer. You're an awesome teacher and any kid should be lucky to have you as a teacher.
You just felt special didn't you? You felt special to see that two comments were left on your blog. Well, that's cause you are. I should really go to bed, i'm getting loopy.
what? whoa, get out of town. Three comments, you must be really really special.
I'm done, I promise. I am now going to bed, turning off my computer and going to bed.
Wow, I really don't know when to quit do I? Have you ever noticed the wierd words they come up with for word verification? What is a sursop?
Phigodd?
makinati?
ousnesp?.......get my point. My real point is Meredith you must be special, look at how many comments you have on your blog. You're so popular.
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