11:50am

11:50am is the hardest part of my day. Well... that's not true entirely. 11:50am is the end of the hardest part of my day and then I don't know what to do with myself. I don't know how to come down. I don't know if I just need to eat, or to sleep, or to take a drive, or how to recover so I can finish the rest of the day. So today I thought I'd try a little self-therapy.
I'm not sure why I have this blog and someday I suppose it might just dissappear and all of these questions that I'm asking myself will continue to knock around in my head, they just won't appear in living black and white.
By 11:50am on a school day I've seen 195 Jr High students come through my room. I try to teach them all something, but most days I worry that I'm missing the mark. Meaning maybe I'm not trying to teach them the most important things. Like the girl who seems quite a bit different than she was in September. She looks at the ground more and won't do her work even with reminders. She often comes in late, again with her head down, and I haven't seen her smile in months. And the truth is what makes it funny in that movie - she wears more and more eye makeup. What is it that she needs to learn? Probably not much of what I've been trying to teach her.
Then there is the boy whose parents got divorced this summer and he just wants to talk. He'll talk about anything - the game last night, the new dress code policy, the homework he left at his dad's new apartment, his sister's dead cat - but what he really wants to know is if he's going to be ok. And I don't know. I don't know if he'll be ok. And what does ok look like really?
There was a sub across the hall yesterday who was a little frazzled and I assured her that as long as no one left bleeding then the day was a success. But as I thought about it, I've had plenty of blood in my classroom, and guess what - we're still ok - even after bleeding for a while.
And of course there is the charming mob of 9th graders that come into my room flirting, flirt continuously through class and leave flirting. It's what they do. And those that aren't flirting - aren't flirting. By choice. It's what they do. It makes me smile and let out huge gasps of air as I try NOT to LOL.
Remember when we were going to observe a moment of silence on Veteran's Day and I was explaining to my 7th graders that they would need to stop what they were doing and be very still and competely quiet and one of the boys in utter earnestness asked "Will we need to hold our breath?" and how I didn't lol then either? I just said "Nope. Not this time." And the other students nodded, like "ok good to know." The remembrance prompts me to lay my head on my desk and close my eyes and yes - laugh in delight and adoration of youth.
So - lunch is over and soon they will come back. The most tricky class coming up - only 14 of them. But the combination of these particular gems is something else. And I will try to teach them the right things. If you can really concentrate on what they need to learn, and not what you think you can teach - it's easier. But I tell you what, your heart gets a work out.
Have I recovered?