Today. I hit my breaking point. Really hard. I'm still recovering.
First of all, I have to say that I like to handle discipline problems in my classroom. I like my students to see me as the one in charge. I don't like to have to involve the administrators unless I ABSOLUTELY HAVE to. Or parents for that matter. Unless it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
(Disclaimer: There are no bad students, just bad choices. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad choices.)
8:25 - A third grader claims that there was a "catastrophe" on the bus. It was because of a certain second grader who was arguing with the bus driver.
8: 30 - Coach claims that a certain second grader was making the "World's Most Annoying Sound" (from Dumb and Dumber) in people's faces. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
9:00 - Ms. Buckler receives a phone call that a certain second grader is being sent back from the computer lab because he is distracting the 4th and 5th graders.
9:06-10: 50 - Ms. Buckler asks a certain second grader to sit down, do his work, turn his voice off, at least speak in a whisper, raise his hand, sit down, do his work, stop poking people, and do his work at least a million times.
10:50- Ms. Buckler says the certain second grader's name 11 times before he says, "NICE SHOES JIMMY! THAT MEANS WHAT!" (There is no Jimmy in my class.) Ms. Buckler has a conversation with a certain second grader about having a chat with his brain and telling it that he needs to control his body and voice. Ms. Buckler warns this certain second grader that he will miss tomorrow's AR Celebration if he cannot fix his choices. The certain second grader does his annoying "Sponge Bob cry".
11: 30 - Ms. Buckler is informed that a certain second grader was "really bad at lunch".
12:00 - Ms. Buckler receives a phone call from the school psychologist saying that he can see a certain second grader playing out in the butterfly garden. He had watched him out there for at least 5 minutes.
12:07 - A certain second grader is escorted to Ms. Buckler's classroom by another teacher. Ms. Buckler gives the second grader the riot act.
12:20 - Ms. Buckler calls a certain second grader's mother to ask her if she could possibly give Ms. Buckler some help (aka: COME GET HIM!). The certain second grader is under his desk doing the Sponge Bob cry again. Mom didn't answer, so Ms. Buckler leaves a message. HIM: DON'T CALL MY MOM! AM I GOING TO BE SUSPENDED FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Ms. Buckler holds the phone out for all of this to be recorded on voice mail. For proof.
12:32 - A certain second grader kicks off his shoes and leaves them where Ms. Buckler trips over them.
12: 36 - A certain second grader is under his chair crawling around saying: I'M A TURTLE! LOOK AT ME!
12: 40ish - Ms. Buckler asks a lovely teacher's assistant to cover her class while I drag a certain second grader up to the office. It was legal. I was just holding his hand. A certain second grader also grabbed onto every hallway pole on the way when he realized where we were heading.
12: 45 - Ms. Buckler leaves a certain second grader with her lovely administrators and goes off to write a referral per lovely admin's request. A certain second grader is sentenced with one day's OSS. Since he is not aware of what OSS means, Ms. Buckler says, "It's too bad that he is suspended for just tomorrow because he is going to miss the AR Celebration." A certain second grader can be heard throughout the office doing his Sponge Bob cry.
2:30 - Ms. Buckler sends two little helpers to retrieve a certain second grader from the office.
2:34 - A certain second grader skips down the hallway saying, "NICE SHOES JIMMY!"
2:40 - A certain second grader does not want to leave the classroom. He says if he doesn't leave he'll still be here tomorrow for the AR Celebration. Ms. Buckler escorts him out of the door.
I don't want to even hear about what happened after that.
Three phone calls where made to a certain second grader's mom by three different people today. No response. Can't say that I blame her.
A certain second grader did not bring any cans of peas today.
How many more days are left? No wait, don't tell me. I can't bear it.