It was Field Day today. Shot put (heavy balls), soccer kick (accuracy), 50 yard dash, free throws, broad jump, and lemon/spoon race. I was put in charge of 4th grade supervision, which ended up being a fairly easy job.
It was a fun day, but the sun came out pretty early, and made it pretty hot out there. I forgot to dress appropriately, so I was out there in long blue pants and a polo shirt. I was dying. After the first event, I wised up and called Julie and asked if she could bring me some shorts.
Irene, who has always been a bit unusual, just seemed to be on the spectrum. She was so excited about the day before we went out there. She got all worked up, so weird. After all was done she was crying because she didn’t place in any event. She even ripped her hat accidentally because she was so mad/sad.
After lunch there were the relays, by grade level. We squeaked out a 3rd place (out of 5 4th grade teams). A pretty fun day, but not much done achedemically. Oh well, 3 1/2 days left!
And I got a burn.
We only had a week after testing to get ready for Open House. It felt a bit rushed. But we got it together. I’m sure the room didn’t win any awards for most awesomest room in the world, but it looked alright. And although my room looked like a bomb went off in the morning of the big day, I didn’t have to rush to get everything together. I actually had some extra time before the night began.
I only had 11 families not show up. Not too bad. I really enjoyed talking with some of the parents. I had a sister of one of my students about 7 years ago. Her dad is a little Mexican man who speaks very broken English. But he’s really nice, and the older sister came, too. It was fun to see all of them.
It’s so nice to get the evening over with.
Now, on to Gold Rush, and the end of school.
The last full week of school is finally behind me. Report cards are finished – I think. I worked until about 7 this evening. My Report Card Maker kept freakin’ out. Every 5 minutes or so I would have to exit out of the program (usually with cont/alt/delete) and then restart the program. It was VERY frustrating, and slow going.
On Monday I’ve got a room to finish moving, paperwork to find buried under a mess (thanks to the move), a math test and a writing test to give. Then cums to finish. It’s going to be a couple of late days until the end of school.
Today it ‘s official. The last day of school. It’s a minimum day, so there will be lots of cleaning, putting things away, clearing off counters, things like that.
I”ll be honest. When I picked up my class at their line, I was. . . pissed. Not one present. Now, I’m not looking for a lot of gifts from the kids, but I have spent an entire school year with them. Don’t you think one parent could have thought, “Hey, that Mr. Vander Wall has been working all school year with our kid. Maybe we should say thankyou some how.”? Nope, not one. Not a crappy stuffed animal, not an ugly mug from the dollar store (those are the two gifts I usually get, when I get a gift), nothing. I”d be happy with a few parents coming up to me and saying thankyou. Or a phone message in my box. But nope. Nada, nothing.
It pisses me off that these parents seem so unthankful. From my perspective they put so little in to their child’s education.
The end of the year is always bitter-sweet, but to be honest, it’s usually more sweet than bitter. I’ll miss some of my students, but truthfully, it’s like missing that itch you had that felt soooo good to scratch. I had an odd group of boys! It will be interesting to watch them for 2 more years here at school.
One of my boys is leaving after the school year. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of one of my parents waiting until the end of the school year to take their child out of school, so I have to give him credit. I tell my class that even though I will probably forget their names, I always enjoy former students saying hello.
We’re not doing a whole lot of achedemically strong teaching today and tomorrow, but we will be doing some things. Getting out of here tomorrow at a good time is what is primarily on my mind.