Nah, it wasn't really all that bad.
Meeting with several superiors and finding out all the things that have to be done and are being done with and without my knowledge that wasn't so great. This week is becoming the week o' meeting. Great.
Being this is finals week, the masses were in pretty good spirits for "band" class. I guess to them at least they weren't drilling for some major final. Well, some of them actually are as we have to do a scale profeciency test - can you play the scales we've learned in class. In order to accomplish this with a little fun (maybe) I have twisted the "Deal or No Deal" game to serve my purposes. Although I caught guff for it at first, I think we have all come to like it.
There is a tack board with 16 briefcases (note cards) on it. In these briefcases there is the letter name of a scale they have to play. They must play a total of 2 scales. To begin, the students get to choose 2 and I choose one. They open their first case and decide if they want to keep it. If no, they can trade for mine. If yes, they keep it then open case 2 and decide if they want to keep that one or trade. We then see if the have made a good deal. To add a little spice, there are 3 "no scale" cards on the board. If a student draws one of these, they get full credit on a scale without playing it. These have been the coveted cards.... I mean briefcases.
All in all not a bad instructional day. I think the worst of it came as I needed to stand out in this subartic weather for afternoon carpool. It's not terrible. Most people are fairly nice and most have created a staggered time of when to pick up their children avoiding most of the car traffic onslaught. Only one or two whiny, mouthy folks today. I'll take freezing temps over mean people any day.
Other than that, Christian is still pulling out his hair. It's a little at a time, but still worrisome. My sister used to roll paper into balls with her fingers as a nervous past time. Christian seem to prefer the route of hair removal. I took him to the doctor for this. The summary - he is anxious by nature and more than likely, with the divorce, that isn't going to improve. I have to try and modify his behavior so that his first line of attack isn't his hair. Instead his attention will be directed to a "ball" I made of balloons and rice...a stress ball if you will. Hopefully this can engage his nervous energy rather than his eyelashes and eyebrows.If this worsens or goes into other areas like aggression or withdrawal, I will take him to a child therapist and last resort, medication for anxiety. I am hoping and praying this doesn't head in that direction.
Tomorrow begins the rounds of meetings at 7:15 am. Can't wait. Thank goodness this is only a four day work week. :-)
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