My Students Stand

I've noticed that my students in class 621 don't sit down anymore. It's like they've had it with all that sitting down stuff. I'm constantly telling them to sit. I have to resort to counting down from 5. Although that does work, I wouldn't like to have to do it at all. I just threaten holding them after school and they're seated in two shakes of a lamb's tail. Not threats, promises.

Correction

There's exactly 26 steps per floor.

Five + Teams

When I think of the number five, I think relatively small or low. Until of course, I'm asked to go up to a fifth floor coverage. I know, I know, I'm already on the 3rd floor. Isn't that just two floors? Well yes, but my legs know that I've already climbed two floors. They don't lose count. They remember it all so vividly. Forget being in shape, it'll still get to you. Not to mention, the 15 or so steps between each floor. It's practically twice the amount of steps. And my legs don't lose count.

I tried to split up my class into teams so they could compete behaviorally and academically to be rewarded. It has worked thus far, but there's still one class to go, in addition to extended day (60 mins). We'll see

A Bonus

Upon opening a brand new box of frosted flakes, which are indeed great, I did a double-take only to find a special spoon toy wrapped within the box. Apparently it has something to do with Indiana Jones. Bottom line: with a press of a button, the spoon lights up and all of a sudden, I'm eating red cereal. I wonder how long I'll be able to keep it once I'm betrothed (did I spell that right) I'll put my foot down on this one. Anywho, I better get on, besides, the cereal is getting soggy.

I've Tasted Better

There have been a many better days than the one that just passed. I'm trying to think of a worse day and nothing comes to mind. However, it can only get better from here. Right?

Run it off

From now on, i'll run it off. For the first time in a while I was able to react to stress in a positive way. Not to say that I've been turning to the bottle or sharing the needle, but I've decided to run. During the stressful time over the weekend, I had the honest feeling that I needed to go for a run. And I did just that. I kept a slow, steady pace, but ran at least five miles. Some hills. When I got back, I definitely had a different perspective on the days stressors. I came back rejuvenated and ready to pro actively attack the problem that had been churning in my stomach. Bottom line: It got figured out. And I'm happy about it. I hope to do it again, stress or no stress. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

A Different Frame of Mind

It's the first Saturday since I've been back in the city. If there's one thing I've struggled with more than anything here, it's been my perspective on time. Weeks, weekends, months, and even days seemed to have been so elusive yet so real and true. I now have eight weeks left of school. I feel like I can't quite comprehend it. I know it's not that long, however, once I have four, maybe even five weeks left I'll be in better shape to get my head around it. Five just because it's so close to four. And four to three and three to two and two to one. That'll be crazy. I know I've had this come up before, but this countdown is second only to one other countdown that I still can't comprehend, partly because the school countdown is still so much in the way.