Year 2 began.

After my summer-long hiatus, I return, not really refreshed, but I suppose a little wiser.

School started last week, and naturally, when I found out that I had 24 children AND V's brother in my class, I freaked out. Week 2 is now ending, and while I feel slightly more control over my classroom than I did before, I'm just tired all the time. Medically, I need to get that checked eventually. Mentally, I hope I don't continue to stay at school until 7pm much longer.

I have 7 girls in my class. The rest are boys. High energy. Busy everything. Right now, the big dilemma is that they won't follow directions. We're crammed like a sardine can in the classroom. I had to rearrange desks a few times to try to maximize space, but yikes. Small space.

This year, my kids aren't that funny! I haven't had any truly memorable quotes. The only one just happened today.
"My fingers taste like marshmallows!" - Q, after I told him to take his hand out of his mouth.

Also, I had my first really awkward situation of the school year. JO (who happens to be V's brother... oh joy, right?) sat in his chair, and I walked over to his desk to check his work. Well, he scrambled his hands away from his "private area" and tried to zip up his fly. In my head, it was "What the in my classroom!?" Out of my mouth was "JO, go wash your hands." He looked up at me and stumbled over his words... I had to have a moment and go over to Mrs. MS or I was going to burst out laughing over the sheer inanity of the whole thing. Just AWKWARD in the CLASSROOM! Sure, Kindergarten boys, sure-- it's a part of development; they don't know any better. Not second graders (and JO clearly knew what was going on). Then again... JO's sister did eat a black crayon last year.

All right, getting close to my bedtime. I'm pooped.

-- Miss Chelsea :)