Still Alive

It's almost midterm. Lord help me! :P I'm still alive. I've had to boys raise their hand at me this week, as though to strike. Two. Not even in my class, I was covereing. I think I wrote up 15 today. Not kidding. Gave out at least 4 zeros for talking during a reading quiz. Why is it that they think they can talk through it (when I say again and again that if you talk, you are cheating, and that gets a zero!) and not get a zero?

In knitting content, I'm chevroning a scarf from my old sock yarn scraps and a sock yarn I bought off Ebay when I first started knitting. I hated it and decided I'd never make socks from it. And I'm making a pair of self-stripey socks from some Sockotta (sp?) from secret pal. It's going to be plain jane. But the chevron rocks! It's so pretty with the melting colors.

And I've joined an S n B here in Col. I've only made it to one meeting because they are on Mondays and Mondays have been rough. It's like my kids forget how to work school over the weekend. :P

I hope to get some yarn with my paycheck at the end of this week and start the Fuzzy Peach back up. I've been itching to dye some more. Maybe I can express some of my issues in yarn colors. Just hope they won't all turn out red and/or black! :P hehehe

Thanks for your kind comments and your support. I'm keeping on at this thing, I've come too far for a bunch of teenage punks to beat me now. I've won against better (and worse!). :D

School Day Blues

Dear Lord,
Please give me strength today. Help me remember why I am here and what my purpose in life is, even if I have to do a few things outside of my normal job. Like stop fights outside my classroom door between two ex-lovers. He a large, rude, illeducated individual with a temper who has already told me to "f" myself when asking him to please pull his pants up. She a larger girl, hard to control physically, streaming tears. Lord help me remember not to strike out at these foolish children as they ruuun to the door to see what's going on and then spill into the hall, moving me physically. Lord, help me not to have a heartattack while screaming at them to sit down, shut up, and get to reading-there-is-a-quiz-when-you-walk-in-tomorrow. Lord. Help them to control their emotions as they come back in my classroom, snapping at each other, an almost start a fight in my room. And Lord, please don't let me see a day like today again for a long time.
Oh, and it's picture day. They are in the halls, being called by homeroom to go to the gym and get snapped. Teaching is futile today. The only class I accomplished even a small thing was first with my nightmare of a tenth grade class.
Lord, give me strength not to snap on my fourth block. And give them the wisdom not to try me today. I wrote two up yesterday, and I'll do the same today if need be.