Enjoying The “Calm”

I have two weeks left before the chaos that is my life starts and picks up again.  I have one more semester of pure and utter pain and chaos and then I am hoping things will settle down to a manageable amount.  This coming semester is going to be crazy.  I will be working my 20 hour a week grad assistantship, teaching 3 classes at the community college (also during the day), having office hours for those courses, taking the kids and picking them up from school (limiting my work time from 8:45 am and 2:30 pm) and take classes M/T/W nights from 5:30-8:10, supervise student teachers and still have time to see my children, husband, do homework, grade papers, and prep for teaching.

Sounds crazy doesn’t it.  I know.  But this is my last hectic semester–aka the last semester I have to take more than one night class.  I don’t know how much of the other will really change much but at least I’ll be able to be at home in the evenings so that my family doesn’t forget what I look like.  I know that my predicament is of my own design–if I wasn’t set on sending Noah to private school–I wouldn’t need to work three jobs on top of going to school.  I am getting so close to being finished with my PhD and I try to ward off my mommy guilt by reminding myself that my kids have a great dad who is wonderful with them on the nights that I am not home and that they are so young they aren’t going to much remember that I am gone so much at night.  If I put school off or stretched it out–Noah would get to the age where he would begin to notice my absences.

So for now, I am going to enjoy being at home and maybe take a nap…

School Days

My little boy is starting school in 6 weeks.  I can hardly believe it.  I know it is just pre-school but his is a big deal because he will be going to school full days for five days a week.  It will be a big change for him and for his sister.  Yesterday we got together at a local park with a some of the other families/kids from his class.  It was really nice.  The families seem very nice and laid back–even those who are on the very upper side of the upper-middle-class.  Several of the families are doctors but what is nice about this town I live in is that everyone is pretty down to earth.  It was really a great gathering and it was really great to be around families who all have the same wishes for their kids–to give them the best education possible.

We talked about getting together every other week-or even every week until school starts so that the kids can get to know each other.  I don’t know how that will work with vacations, etc., but it would be awesome for the kids to get to really know each other.  I’m pretty lucky that my kid is social and has been in lots of social stituations and is sue to beting around other kids and makes friends pretty easily.  I am excited about school–I am probably more excited than Noah is.

But it reminds me that summer is almost over.  That really sucks.

Who Let These Things Happen?

What seems like many years ago I was a  Special Education teacher at a residential facility for children who were too dangerous to be at home or for kids whose family couldn’t care for them. These were students who needed more specialized care than could be offered at home or really were for families who could afford to ship their kids somewhere else so that they didn’t have to manage the care of their troubled child.  Most of the kids in my class had severe behavior disorders coupled with mild forms of neurological disorders–autism, tourettes, etc.  Many of these kids had caused serious harm at home or were exhibiting behaviors that caused families and others to fear for the safety of the family. 

That being said.  It was a dangerous job.  I was hit, had a desk thrown at me in a fit of rage, my face was spat on (which let me just say is the most disgusting thing  ever), my hair pulled, etc.  I spent hours at times holding/restraining a child who wanted in that moment to hurt me or anyone badly.  I am putting my bias out there as I understand what it is like day after day after day to deal with children who have issues–behavior and learning.  I don’t know if you have read about the recent events that have come to light in recent days with congressional hearings about abuse and deaths that have been attributed to teachers and assistants attempting to restrain troubled children.  I don’t know all the details and I certainly haven’t done all the research, but I do know that these incidents aren’t isolated and am shocked that teachers who were linked to the cause of death in a child are often still teaching and at the same school.  I have seen some atrocious behaviors by teachers towards students–who were not labeled in anyway and can only imagine behaviors that have been used against students who are labeled.  Anyway…

I think back to my time working for a public school district as a spec ed sub.  I was a TA in a self-contained room in an elementary school so there was no need really for any restraint training and I don’t know exactly how the system here in my city/state works.  But I don’t remember hearing about any training.  In Cali, where I taught–the school was funded through the county public schools we were just a private facility–I had to endure an entire week of traning on how to restrain a student who was posing a threat.  It was tough training.  We were each restrained by others in the same positions we might need to use to restrain our students.  It was rigorous and I certainly felt safe at the end of the week that if the case should arise I could restrain my students.  And I had to.  In the year I was there not one student was injured during an instance of restraining and it was used only as a last resort.  I just don’t understand why teachers attempt to restrain a student when they trained and really don’t know what they doing or the damage they could cause. 

Here’s a link to a story from back in December.  I’ll look for current stories more recently.

The End Is In Sight

This has been a really long weekend.  Hubby went out of town on Thursday am and it has been me and the kids since.  Hubby gets home tonight.  His plane lands at 7pm so we expect him home around 8 or so.  Let me just say that the kids are crabby and want their daddy.  Noah cried for about an hour yesterday because he wanted daddy.  It’s hard.  I am crabby because I am the only parent and it’s the end of the semester and I have so much school work and work work to do I can’t see straight and I have no time ot do it.  By the time the kids are in bed, I am to tired to think much less do school work.

But it is all almost over for a few weeks and then I start  a job. A job.  I get to get out the house over 20 hours per week and I have a sitter for the kids.  I am jumping with joy.  This coming week is going to be nearly impossible for me to post at all–as I have huge projects due and end of the semester grading.  I’ll be setting up some automatic posts but those will most likely be pictures.  See you all in a week.

Humdrum

Life is kinda boring and humdrum these days.  Not much going on other than school, work, kids and really how much can I write about them?  Just joking–consider this entire blog is pretty much dedicated to those 3 things. 

I haven’t heard from any more school districts and know that a lot of districts won’t begin the whole interviewing process until May–but that doesn’t make me feel any better knowing that some of the student teachers this semester already have interview with other districts–ones that I also applied to.  I’m just more expensive than they are. 

I also applied for a graduate assistantship and have to admit that while it doesn’t pay much it is my first choice, since my future career is to be a professor and not a high school teacher.  Getting an assistantship would help me considerably in the future with securing a university position.  I sadly didn’t get an assistantship in my area, but the associate dean of the college of education was so impressed with me and my cv that she found another possible assistantship working with charter schools.  I am interviewing for that assistantship next Thursday.  I am hoping I get this position as it is working with a world-class professor and it will allow me to get much needed experience in the world of academia so that when I finally have that PhD, I can get a job. 

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On another note–I dare say that Noah is potty-trained as far as peeing goes.  The rest–quite another story.  If he is wearing underwear he’ll ask for a pull-up to poop.  He wants to poop on the toilet but hasn’t quite gotten the hang of it.  I think he will soon. 

His sister on the other hand is a piece of work.  She is a pistol.  I wish she was starting to talk more–she’s a screamer and is happy to just scream.  She’s cute and has that going for her.  I am sure she’ll talk soon, but she isn’t babbling as much as Noah did and I think part of that is due to the fact that her brother actually never shuts up and the only way for her to get a word in is to scream as loud as she can.  We’ll see how that develops.  She is almost 18 months and I would certainly like to see her start to talk more. 

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One week from tonight I will be in New Orleans for a weekend with my hubby and best friend and without my kids.  Is it wrong to be as excited as I am?