Se me habi´a olvidado...

You know that feeling you get in your stomach when you drink the night before? I had forgotten that feeling :) We went out last night with some friends to a downtown bar (cuando las otras maestra vengan a visitarme tenemos que ir allí). The drinks were STRONG. Con dos tuve para toda la noche. They wanted to follow up at another strip, but we drove around looking for parking y nada. So we were near my favorite taqueria y mejor nos fuimos a echar unos tacos. It's amazing how NOT picky I was even after my bf said that their meat wasn't the most tender that day. It was good enough at 2:30 am.

¡Que el mundo ruede!

Ya nada me importa :) Ok, not nada, but pretty close. I'm so glad my first semester is done. I didn't cry but I was telling them how proud I was of their work y uno dice, "la maestra quiere llorar." I laughed and didn't cry, but a couple of my girls were saying that they wanted to stay in first grade again to be with me next year. I told them I didn't want them to be burritas, so they needed to go to second grade. I was so proud of them b/c I saw a lot of growth in these four months I was with them. Almost all of them are reading at second grade level in Spanish and I even have 5 who are on level in English as well! How kick ass is that? There are still a few who are very low and have made very little progress, but I've flagged them for next year, so that the new teacher keeps an eye on them to see if they need more help. There are some who are really high in Spanish and low in English, but it's all good b/c their Spanish fluency will help them gain in English with no problem. All that made the shitty situation worth while. Those 20 chiquillos were the most important thing anyways.

I think I got a new job!!!

I'm officially "sick" today and went to an interview today at the school where I originally wanted to work back in Jan. At the time I was interviewing for a pre-k position, but now first grade-bilingual was open. He liked my philosophy and he offered me the job. It's not official yet b/c he has to submit my name to HR and then I'll be contacted. I'm very excited!!! I like the area and I went to school in the same neighborhood, so I have an idea of the resources they have being in an affluent neighborhood where the PTA is super involved, etc. (of course I DIDN'T live in the neighborhood, but I got bussed in).

Now I have to tell my principal that I'm not coming back. He knew I was looking and that's why I hadn't signed on for next year. There are at least 18 teachers leaving my current school! I guess I've been wrapped up in my world trying to keep up that I didn't know how so many teachers felt and I wasn't there since the beginning to see how he was. Apparently he came in trying to be ass about everything. He gossiped, too. He mentioned that teachers who went through the alternative certification program were not good (most of the bilingual staff, except maybe 4 of us, are alternate certified). My mentor teacher is awesome, but she found out through the grapevine that he said she was a bad teacher. He even got into an argument with another teacher at the beginning b/c he came and tried to take over her class and criticized her in front of them b/c she didn't have control of the kids the SECOND WEEK of school. She got mad and walked out and he was trying to report her to HR for neglect or something like that. I just feel like there is too much negativity there, so I'm going to start over new at a new school and try to stay away from gossip... I said TRY. But then again, if I can't gossip then I can't do this blog thing anymore.

NEVER MIND!

Any teacher's nightmare!!!

If there is one thing that I've been dreading is for my students to do something inappropriate in front of the principal to make me look like an idiot. Well, how about the principal AND visitors (probably prospective teachers)? Of course mine did. Why not? Let's make the rookie look like a fool. It was one of those Southwest Airlines "Wanna get away?" moments. The principal is giving some people a tour of the school and we're coming back from lunch and my kids are bunched up at the door fighting over who holds the door (apparently they have amnesia and forgot that the line leader holds the door). He does the sign we use at school for silence and my kids quickly respond and get in line. Some are still wispering and he asks, "Where is your bubble?" (they all puff up their cheeks and get quiet)...All but one little punk who says, "In my booty," and turns his back to the principal and walks to the end of the line. So this is where I want to crawl under a rock. I call the student over by me and tell the rest of the class to go into the room and sit on the carpet.
The principal took him aside and asked him to apologize to the ladies and took him to his office for about an hour. I think he called his parents. He hasn't told me if he's giving him a detention or not.