Thursday, August 23, 2007

Names

Pardon the unoriginal post title.  I gave up Subway a long time ago -- between Quiznos, Togo's, and (mmm!) Jersey Mike's, I just can't eat there anymore.  But Patrick has fallen in love with their meatball sandwiches, and I thought I'd be nice and have that for lunch since he's been helping me get my classroom ready.  Suffice it to say, I just now tried eating a soft-boiled egg on bread.

Anyhow, my class is always unusual in some way.  Every year, it's defied statistics saying that there are more boys receiving special education services, and had more girls than boys.  This year is no exception.

But even more amazing is what happens with the names.

One year, out of a class of 11, I had 3 Rs (all boys), 2 As (3 when former fourth-grade A came to visit twice daily), and 3 Js (all girls).

This year, out of a class of 8 1/2 (we don't know yet if A. will make it back to school -- he's the boy I was home teaching), I will have 2 Js, 4As (yes, 4!), an M, an R, and an E.  I'm going to have to give them nicknames, or even Cat won't know who I'm talking about.

Also?  My best aide, T, is going to be out for 4 to 6 weeks because she had surgery.  4 to 6 weeks of the last semester she would be working with us anyway because she is going to student teach.  Oh well.

On the bright side, I get D and S as classroom aides, and J is still with E.

Meanwhile, I think I'll read some schmoop and try to think about something other than how my stomach is doing flip flops after something as innocuous as a soft boiled egg.

Sorry for the whining.

1 comment:

Mz. Cat said...

who is D? Or did you mean B? I get screwed no matter what... Like I told M knowing and not knowing are all the same for me.