Exhaustion!

Yep, pure exhaustion. We took 100 children on a field trip Monday.  We traveled about 2 hours away and the day went well for the most part. The students were great; I wasn’t as impressed with the two children I’m partnered with.  They weren’t horrible, but some things blew my mind. 

Just to get us started off on a slightly rocky start, on Friday, at about 2:55 just before the bell rang the secretary called to tell us we were over a thousand dollars short.  NO WAY! I’ve done this trip more than 20 times and I know what I’m doing.  Megan – my good partner – headed over with our numbers and receipts in hand and somehow got it straightened out.  Coming back she threw me a quick thumbs up.  I asked her what had happened and she said she didn’t know but it wasn’t on our end.  I ask her if we would have any trouble getting the checks and she grinned and said, “I all ready have them, I wasn’t leaving her office without them!”

Then some things my other partners said during the day

• ·      Giggling said she says minutes before we are leaving, “Two of my kids haven’t brought their permission slips in yet.” OMG! You cannot take kids off campus without a permission slip.
• ·      She came up to me as we were eating lunch to ask (about a field trip we’ve been planning for two months), “When are we supposed to head home?”  I told, “We need to load the busses at about 10 till.” Her response, giggling again, “Ten ‘till what?”
• ·      I had told all the classes – repeatedly, if your parents want to sign you out to come home with them, okay.  But you can’t sign out with anyone but your own parent.  Two girls still wanted to sign out with one of the girl’s mom. So then they asked Megan. She also told them absolutely not!  So they asked Miss T who (giggling) said “Why not?” So I had to step in and stop that, making the mom and kids mad at me.  

Things like this are very draining to me. And just to make it a little better.  Today is the day my boss decided that the kids should ‘take over the school’ and teach and hold the other jobs at school.  Picture twelve year olds trying to ‘teach’ and keep order on the day before Thanksgiving vacation.  I can feel my teaching  friends cringing.

If I should make it through this day and home to do some writing I have several good post in my head, plus I got spanked Sunday night and thanks to that darn Ronnie, I got caned too. And I’m looking forward to answering some questions from my nominations of the Liebster Award and then I have another post in there somewhere. So cross your fingers that I’ll survive!