Al, how's the pooch?
It was a very tough day today. Those poor kids are all over the place. I'm the fourth teacher that's been in their room since school started. When I told them I was going to be their new teacher, one little boy asked me if I was their permanent teacher. I told the class I was going to be their teacher all year, that I would be there every day to help them. But boy, are they testing boundaries! And since they've been having substitutes for the last 3 weeks, not a lot of substantive work has gotten done. The marking period ends in a week and I have to try to assess them in subjects they haven't even been taught, like science and social studies.
All day people stopped in to say hello, and a good 80% of them said it was weird not seeing Joan in her room. The building is grieving, the kids are grieving, I'm grieving. At the end of the day, I went to the wake, where I completely lost it.
I feel like a woman without a country. No longer at my old school, and not yet a part of my new one. Maybe I'm the one that's all over the place!
Did manage to put a low wattage red bulb in the coop for the chickies, though. It throws enough heat to keep them warm. They promptly went to that side of the coop, so I guess they needed it. Now instead of worrying that they'll freeze to death, I can worry that the coop will burn down.
Don't mind me. It's been a day and a half.
