I don't know how I'm going to get through the next 5 semesters of school. This one is kicking my ass. I just had midterms on Thursday and today, so there was lots of studying to be done. (I made a 94 & 89 in Spanish and Art, respectively) My Art project is due a week from Thursday, and I have barely started on it. I'm supposed to go to Nashville Sunday to the Frist Center, and then I have to write that damn paper, which I'll then have three weeks to write and perfect. I'm just feeling very overwhelmed, and I'm not sure how I'm going to do it all. I wish like hell I had not taken Art this semester, it's killing me. Oh, and I have to figure out some time to take the placement test, so I can get out of taking Developmental Reading. AND, next semester I have to take the Praxis I, which is required before I can get into the teaching program at the university I plan to transfer to.
I just want to scream. And now I have to go cook supper and clean up before Mackenzie and I have to be at her Girl Scout meeting (did I mention I signed on to be a co-leader?). Then back home to get kids ready for bed and try to fit some homework in. It's neverending.
10.23.2007
10.22.2007
Yes, boss
Maggie has started telling me "yes, boss!" If I tell her to do something, she says "yes, boss!" If I tell her to stop doing something, she says "yes, boss!" I have no idea where she got it from. It's cute, but I'm just waiting for someone in public to ask me why I make her call me boss.
10.17.2007
Operation Potty Train: Day 2
So, I've decided to go ahead and try to potty train Maggie. I had originally intended to wait until I'm between semesters (mid-Dec. through the first week or so of Jan.) to try, but my friend Dawn, who babysits Maggie, said she wouldn't mind keeping it up when Maggie is at her house. That's why I had decided to wait, I didn't want to be inconsistent, with me only being home every other weekday, and I didn't want to ask Dawn to help train her.
Monday, we bought her some new underwear while we were shopping. I quickly realized one pack would likely not be enough and bought another. Yesterday morning, she did fabulously, no accidents at all. She did have to wear a diaper at lunchtime, because we went to have lunch at Mackenzie's school. When we got back home, she put underwear back on. Then we went and picked up the kids from school. As soon as we got home, she had an accident. She was very upset about it, and I reassured her that it was okay.
I guess she decided it was fun, because after that she had one accident after another. She didn't get back on the potty at all after 3 PM yesterday, and dirtied up an entire package of underwear. Today, she's just sitting around with no clothes on. She went to the bathroom to poop two or three times, but never did. She told me she didn't know how. That's kind of pitiful. I tried to help her, but you know, there's really not a lot anyone can do to help in that area. Tomorrow, she goes back to the babysitter, so we'll see how she does. I'll pack diapers and underwear, and let her lead the way. We'll see how it goes!
Monday, we bought her some new underwear while we were shopping. I quickly realized one pack would likely not be enough and bought another. Yesterday morning, she did fabulously, no accidents at all. She did have to wear a diaper at lunchtime, because we went to have lunch at Mackenzie's school. When we got back home, she put underwear back on. Then we went and picked up the kids from school. As soon as we got home, she had an accident. She was very upset about it, and I reassured her that it was okay.
I guess she decided it was fun, because after that she had one accident after another. She didn't get back on the potty at all after 3 PM yesterday, and dirtied up an entire package of underwear. Today, she's just sitting around with no clothes on. She went to the bathroom to poop two or three times, but never did. She told me she didn't know how. That's kind of pitiful. I tried to help her, but you know, there's really not a lot anyone can do to help in that area. Tomorrow, she goes back to the babysitter, so we'll see how she does. I'll pack diapers and underwear, and let her lead the way. We'll see how it goes!
10.12.2007
Parent teacher conferences
I had PT conferences this week with the kids' teachers. I didn't schedule one with Mackenzie's teacher, because her grades are good and we haven't had any behavior issues. Shelby was having some behavior issues at the beginning of the year, so I wanted to see how she was doing. Her teacher reported that she is doing better, especially since he separated her and her little friend. Heh. He also said she is one of the few students in the classroom that can already write her name. I was surprised!
Hunter's conferences were on a first come, first served basis, so there were no appointments. I went over after I finished talking to Shelby's teacher. I had only intended to talk to his Reading and Social Studies teachers, but since I was there I went ahead to all of his classes, except his PE teacher. And? He's not doing so well. Out of the 6 classes I went to, the highest grade he has coming on his report card next week is an 85. He has that grade in both English and Social Studies. His other grades are far worse. Let's see: 77 in Math (C+), 76 in Science (C-), and a 70 in Reading (D). He actually had a 75 in Science, but it was like two hundredths away from being 76, so his teacher curved him. Not like it made a lot of difference in the whole scheme of things, but anyway.
It appears that he is not turning in all assignments in most of his classes. His English teacher has them do all work during their class period, so he has to turn in all of that homework. But in every other class, he is not doing all of his assignments. His test grades are sucky, too. Like F and D sucky. Those pull his grade way down, as did his 9 weeks tests in most subjects.
So, starting next week (no school this week), he is grounded for two weeks. I am copying all of his assignments from his agenda book each Monday, and he is expected to bring material home to study when he has upcoming tests. He is also expected to do and turn in all homework assignments from here on out. Some of the things he didn't turn in were so easy, too. In Science, for example, his teacher gave them the opportunity to make three 100s if they did some vocabulary. All he had to do was write out the definitions. He didn't do it, so he got three zeros instead.
He is also going to start going to an after school tutoring program the school started this year. It's optional for all students, but I got a sheet last week saying he had been recommended to go, and I signed off on it. So 2-3 days a week, he will be staying after school until 4:30. They only cover Math and Language Arts, but that's better than nothing. I'm not sure when it starts though, hopefully soon! I also told him that if he backslides and starts not turning in homework or not bringing stuff home to work on after he's off of his grounding, he will go right back on. He still has three more 9 week periods, so he has plenty of time to turn it around and get back on track.
Hunter's conferences were on a first come, first served basis, so there were no appointments. I went over after I finished talking to Shelby's teacher. I had only intended to talk to his Reading and Social Studies teachers, but since I was there I went ahead to all of his classes, except his PE teacher. And? He's not doing so well. Out of the 6 classes I went to, the highest grade he has coming on his report card next week is an 85. He has that grade in both English and Social Studies. His other grades are far worse. Let's see: 77 in Math (C+), 76 in Science (C-), and a 70 in Reading (D). He actually had a 75 in Science, but it was like two hundredths away from being 76, so his teacher curved him. Not like it made a lot of difference in the whole scheme of things, but anyway.
It appears that he is not turning in all assignments in most of his classes. His English teacher has them do all work during their class period, so he has to turn in all of that homework. But in every other class, he is not doing all of his assignments. His test grades are sucky, too. Like F and D sucky. Those pull his grade way down, as did his 9 weeks tests in most subjects.
So, starting next week (no school this week), he is grounded for two weeks. I am copying all of his assignments from his agenda book each Monday, and he is expected to bring material home to study when he has upcoming tests. He is also expected to do and turn in all homework assignments from here on out. Some of the things he didn't turn in were so easy, too. In Science, for example, his teacher gave them the opportunity to make three 100s if they did some vocabulary. All he had to do was write out the definitions. He didn't do it, so he got three zeros instead.
He is also going to start going to an after school tutoring program the school started this year. It's optional for all students, but I got a sheet last week saying he had been recommended to go, and I signed off on it. So 2-3 days a week, he will be staying after school until 4:30. They only cover Math and Language Arts, but that's better than nothing. I'm not sure when it starts though, hopefully soon! I also told him that if he backslides and starts not turning in homework or not bringing stuff home to work on after he's off of his grounding, he will go right back on. He still has three more 9 week periods, so he has plenty of time to turn it around and get back on track.
10.06.2007
Par-tay!
So, I'm drinking a little tonight. Whiskey. I haven't drank whiskey in probably oh, 12 years. I have been nursing a very, very mild drink, but I am totally feeling it. I'm surprised I am typing coherently. Or at least I think I am.
We just watched the wildest fucking movie, or maybe it was just wild because I'm tipsy. It was Bug, with Ashley Judd. I had this idea that it was a horror type movie, but no, it's just about paranoid, delusional people thinking they were implanted with bugs by the government. I might think it was sad if parts of it hadn't cracked me up. Like when Ashley Judd stood up and yelled "I am the super mother bug! I am the super mother bug!" Seriously though, if you get the chance to watch the movie for free, you can, but I really wouldn't spend money to rent it.
We had a bonfire with the kids tonight. We roasted hot dogs and marshmallows and made s'mores. We had a nice time, and the kids absolutely loved it. Maggie fell asleep shortly after we came in, she hadn't napped all day. We had to go feed my SIL's dog for her today, since she and her husband were out of town today. We had to go over at 12 and at 5, and feed the dog both times. With a fork. Yes, folks, I am completely serious. For starters, it's a 3 year old dog, it doesn't need to eat three times a day. That's why he's so fat. Secondly, with a fork? Are you fucking kidding me? A fork?! I knew she fed the thing with a fork, but I had no idea she really expected us to do that. Geezus, it's a dog. And she had to call us twice to check on him and make sure he was okay. Yeah, he's fine. He stays home alone all the time while you're at work, dumbass. If you were that worried, then etake him with you or stay home. I understand some people just really love their pets, so maybe this is totally normal for them, but it's a foreign concept to me.
I'm going to stop typing now. Y'all have no idea how many times I'm having to hit the backspace button. Hee!
We just watched the wildest fucking movie, or maybe it was just wild because I'm tipsy. It was Bug, with Ashley Judd. I had this idea that it was a horror type movie, but no, it's just about paranoid, delusional people thinking they were implanted with bugs by the government. I might think it was sad if parts of it hadn't cracked me up. Like when Ashley Judd stood up and yelled "I am the super mother bug! I am the super mother bug!" Seriously though, if you get the chance to watch the movie for free, you can, but I really wouldn't spend money to rent it.
We had a bonfire with the kids tonight. We roasted hot dogs and marshmallows and made s'mores. We had a nice time, and the kids absolutely loved it. Maggie fell asleep shortly after we came in, she hadn't napped all day. We had to go feed my SIL's dog for her today, since she and her husband were out of town today. We had to go over at 12 and at 5, and feed the dog both times. With a fork. Yes, folks, I am completely serious. For starters, it's a 3 year old dog, it doesn't need to eat three times a day. That's why he's so fat. Secondly, with a fork? Are you fucking kidding me? A fork?! I knew she fed the thing with a fork, but I had no idea she really expected us to do that. Geezus, it's a dog. And she had to call us twice to check on him and make sure he was okay. Yeah, he's fine. He stays home alone all the time while you're at work, dumbass. If you were that worried, then etake him with you or stay home. I understand some people just really love their pets, so maybe this is totally normal for them, but it's a foreign concept to me.
I'm going to stop typing now. Y'all have no idea how many times I'm having to hit the backspace button. Hee!
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