Today was the last day of MAP testing. Good riddance. It was
another back-to-back morning with fifth grade finishing up their Math
tests and then fourth grade coming in to take their Reading test.
Immediately after that, third grade came in for typing practice. And
just like that, my morning was over.
After lunch I had a fifth grader come in to retake his Reading test
because his teacher thought he could do better but was probably too
distracted during the first test. I think the teacher was thinking,
and I was with him, that the kid would test with a para in the
resource room, but the resource teacher wasn't very helpful and the
principal decided he should just take it in the lab with me sitting
with him. I was supposed to encourage him to read out loud, and he
did for a few questions but then he decided he didn't want to. He
got about halfway done before I had to kick him out for the first
grade class coming in.
In the first grade class I was able to give the teacher the
potholders I made her and the note I wrote. I was messing with the
printer while she was reading the note but she mentioned and my para
friend verified, that she laughed, then cried a little, and then
laughed again. So job well done. I started with a joke about
Teacher Appreciation Week, then thanked her for helping me discover a
love for reading years ago (because she was my reading tutor when I
was a kid), and then I ended with a joke about a pile of books
collapsing on me. I like to sprinkle in jokes with my sentiment.
Jokes make everything better.
Sometime after the first graders left, the fifth grader came back to
finish his test. I gave him a piece of scratch paper and a pencil
and he said he didn't need it but I said maybe he would come across
his favorite new word and want to write it done for later. He asked
me if that had happened to anyone before and I said no but that he
could be the first. The rest of the test itself went well and his
score went up several points, enough to almost double his percentile
rank, so his teacher made a good call. When he was done I asked him
if he had a favorite new word, like “and” or “is”. He went
with “a”. Kids that get sarcasm are cool in my book.
He finished up his test in time to catch the last few songs of the
choir assembly so we headed down to the gym. After the assembly I
only got to put one chair away. I started with two but a kid took
one of them from me. Then I went and got another two but a second
grader wanted to take those and I didn't put up a fight. Definitely
my weakest showing.
After the assembly I had two more classes in the lab and then I had
about thirty minutes to myself to make a little progress on my
spreadsheets. The day went by really fast and it didn't seem like I
had much time to be productive on my side projects. In the
in-between times in the lab it was kind of nice because neither of
the math enrichment teachers or their subs were there today so I had
the place to myself. I like the quiet. Not that the math enrichment
teachers are loud, I just like my quiet, alone time.
I remembered to stop by the UPS store on the way home to finally
return the AverMedia LGP. I nearly forgot. Now I need to call and
start the exchange process for my green hoodie. Maybe next week.
Tonight was the end of the year party at the house of one of the
kindergarten teachers. He has a really nice backyard. Anyway, my
mom and I got there after six o'clock, about thirty minutes after it
was supposed to start, and there were only two other people there.
For a brief while I was afraid it was going to be a small, awkward
party, but then other people started showing up and eventually there
was a decent turnout. I spent most of the time sitting at one of the
tables, talking with my mom, one of the kindergarten teachers, my
para friend, and her boyfriend, who is a new para in one of the
kindergarten rooms.
When he discovered that I had been at the theater for twelve years he
asked me if I knew his cousin who had worked there seven or so years
ago. And I did. Pretty well actually because that was back when a
lot of us would hang out outside of work. And after discovering
this, this para looked a lot more familiar. There was always
something that seemed vaguely familiar in his appearance but it was
way inside my head, just below my ability to even acknowledge its
existence. But finding out he was the cousin of this dude I used to
work with, and that he lived in the house that I hung out at several
times, awakened that familiarity. The odds are really good that I
saw him on more than one occasion years ago. It is kind of like when
you see a movie a bunch of times and then someone from it does
something and becomes famous and you go back and watch that old movie
and there they are, and you had no clue they were even in it. It is
just really strange when it happens in real life.
Now I am kind of sort of remembering a Halloween party where I was
standing out on the driveway talking to my friend, I think we were
both leaving the party, and one of the roommates wanted us to come
inside so the cops wouldn't be called. So my friend and I stepped
out into the street so we weren't on their property and they wouldn't
have to worry (and to be dicks, really). The roommate was a bit of a
hot-head and I think wanted to fight my friend over it because he was
drunk (and my friend was not and probably could have easily kicked
the guy's butt). And I think maybe my para friend's boyfriend was
wearing a ridiculous costume and trying to calm the hot-headed
roommate down. I'm going to have to ask him about it.
But yeah, the party was pretty good. The weather and scenery were
nice, I had some good conversations despite the fact that I wasn't
overly social because I'm not good at initiating interactions of any
sort, and I had some good food, even though that food was mostly just
some fruit and vegetables, along with more homemade hummus and pitas
that my sister made.
And now I am going to go to bed because it is freaking late and I
want to sleep. And I want to sleep in late. The main thing I am
looking forward to about summer is the fact that I won't have to wake
up at six o'clock every morning. Beds are always so much more
comfortable in the morning and that is just cruel. So I am going to
go to bed now so I can enjoy that comfortable morning bed without the
annoyance of an alarm.
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