Poo!

Yesterday was just that. It seemed like nothing would go right and I'm sure it was all me. The kids were awful. All of them needed lots of reminders to just be quiet. There was talking back and plain disrespect. It was so outrageous. I just wanted to run away and change my name...(Ms. Chock, Ms. Chock, Ms. Chock does get on my nerves after awhile) I went to hula against my better judgement and some dam good offers and sweated and sweated and messed up and messed up. My heart started beating faster and I put my hands on my chest and felt my heart beating fast and then a student popped into my head. Just a few days earlier, he had come up to me and told me his heart was beating and grabbed my hand and put it on his, so I could feel his heart. The memory made me laugh to myself and think my kids really aren't that bad. Plus the promise of a good FREE! dinner today helped a little.

Edited: Today was better, except I'm still doing everyone's job.