With the prospect for yet ANOTHER big snowstorm to start today and not end until tomorrow afternoon, I envisioned another weekend with the grandchildren here instead of with their father in Muncie. Don't get me wrong: I adore my grandchildren. They are my raison d'etre. HOWEVER, I am so pooped when I come home from school by the end of each week that the only prospect of recovery--for me and the house--is for them to visit their daddy for a couple of days. The fact that Nathan hadn't been returning Meg's calls all week didn't help. As of late this afternoon, there was still no word if they were staying or going. As it happens, there is enough of a weather window tonight, and Nathan is available--so Meg and the children are on their way to Muncie as I write. I don't think either of the children feels all that well, but it's all the same. They can be sick at Mommy's or sick at Daddy's. They get plenty of TLC in both places.
The 8th grade students in my charge each week have been behaving deplorably over the last few weeks--and we haven't even hit Spring Break yet. The other core teachers and I stood outside the office yesterday and talked for awhile about what to do. Personally, I just made up my mind that I was tired of stamping out brush fires with students who know the rules as well as I do. We have a "no gum" rule at the middle school because the rooms are carpeted. When I found the second piece ground into the carpet last week, I posted signs on and outside my door: "STOP! If you have gum, dispose of it before you enter this classroom." Then, for a number of days, I would start each period by telling students to get rid of their gum immediately because I would write them up thereafter if I caught them with it. The chewing didn't stop, even at that. Sooo...today, I began each period with the following tirade: "If you went to kindergarten, you have been in school for nine years now. If you don't know appropriate behavior for school, you are indeed a slow learner! Every day, I remind you to spit out your gum. You continue to chew. I tell you to take your books to your lockers at the end of the period. The back counter is littered with books you have left. Every day, I have to tell you at least five times to turn around, get quiet, and start reading for our 10-minute silent reading period. A number of you are told several times each period to remain in your seat until dismissed. At this point, I consider you all sufficiently warned. When the bell rings, you are to be in your seat and ready to begin class. If you can't be silent for 10 minutes of silent reading, you can be silent for 30 minutes of lunch detention!" Guess what? It worked, for today! Next week will be another issue. I'm just glad I was able to finish this week on a somewhat calmer note...
The garage remodel project is tentatively scheduled for late in April, give or take a week or two. Meg and I are both nervous about it from the standpoint of "what if it isn't enough?". When Meg and I moved here, back in 1992, we didn't have a lot of junk. I wasn't a radio operator then. We had no computers. There were only the two of us, instead of the four that are here now. We will now attempt to de-clutter and make a four-bedroom house out of this little abode. We are having to look at things with a jaded eye and decide what we really love. I am prepared to give up things that I have kept due to their quality and/or functionality. The only answer to making the place livable is to get rid of things to make more room! Wish us luck. It will take some major work, room to room!
I had yet another incident of the car not starting after school on Wednesday of this week. I got a ride home with another Plainfield-resident teacher. Meg took me back to Monrovia in the evening, and once again, the car started right up. One of my friends was going to come over last evening and plug in a diagnostic instrument, but I got stupid and didn't reason that he would be here BEFORE his dinner date rather than AFTER. Don't know what I was thinking. My only defense is that he hadn't really said...and my decision for the family to go out for a quick Chinese buffet supper was last-minute desperation. In any case, we missed each other. I just cross my fingers each time I am in a pinch for the car to start. Most of the time, it does...
We missed the bullet with the snowstorm again. I'm just sick of winter weather. It has been a long haul. Three more weeks until Spring Break!