Howdy Y'All!

Each morning I greet the student next to me with a “Good Morning, Buenos Dias, Bon Jour, etc.”  They return a greeting and then turn to their neighbor with a greeting.  The greetings pass around the whole circle until the last student greets me.  Some popular lines in our class recently have been “May the Force be With You,” “Greetings Earthling,” and “Live Long and Prosper” (very sci-fi of us, don’t you think?)  Anyway, “Howdy y’all” always gets a hearty chuckle out of the kids.  That and when the two Jason’s sit next to each other (almost every day) and say “Good Morning, Jason,” “Good Morning, Jason.”  I mean, you can’t ask for better comedy than that!

So, howdy y’all.

Today marked the first official day of conference week and I feel like I got off to a good start.   I was hoping for a perfect day, but I did have one no show.  But all the conferences went well.  Parents seemed calm and happy and appreciative and interested and those are all good things to see.

I am on our student study team (SST) and sometimes meet parents who seem so ill-equipt to be parents or don’t even seem to want the job.  And it makes me mad!  But mostly sad.  So, engaged parents is a good thing for my fragile emotional state.  A week or so ago I had to go straight to pick up my kids after back-to-back SST meetings with parents of the ill-equiped variety and I could not keep myself together.  Luckily I have Title reading specialists come into my room first thing, so I was able to leave the room without leaving the kids unsupervised.  I didn’t really know where to go.  I felt like such an idiot roaming the halls, tears streaming down my face, trying to hold my breath and smile as I passed our custodian and a couple parents.  All my friends were busy teaching, of course, so I went to the Principal’s office because we’re tight like that.  J/K.  Not really.  One of the other teachers was filling in for him and she was really sweet to me. Poor thing.  Hey, you’re the principal today and your first order of busy is to calm this hysterical child…I mean, teacher.

SO…this all started with a “howdy y’all” and I was only going to write to say that I made it through one day of conferences. 

And I was going to brag that I get to go to an early showing of Catching Fire tomorrow because my little sister scored some free tickets.  My DH (Dear Husband…that’s a fertility acronym) is sick and can’t go with, so hopefully I can find someone to go in his place.  Maybe my ONE and only follower, Teaching With Giggles??

Anyway…TMI alert…Monica, don’t read this part: I need DH to feel better stat, because I think (if the Clomid miraculously worked this time) I should be, well…I don’t need to spell it out for you.  But I’ll be seriously upset if we miss our first egg in (possibly) years.