I am so glad it's Friday. I love my little 4th graders more than life, but I need this weekend bad.
I've dealt with my normal stresses, like my little angels swarming me while I'm in the middle of doing something or helping someone just to show me something they read. I have that student who feels the need to tell me every single thing he does (Ms. M, look at how I solved number 3!). But this week was just a little too much.
This week, my kids were extra hyper. I got called "a shut up," as if that's a thing. I saw a girl's library book on house cats (they are doing an animal report), and I asked her what animal she is working on. Her response was, "Peacocks." To top it all off, today, a boy gave me crap. Literally.
He brought his folder back, folders go home Thursdays and get signed and returned, and I noticed a terrible smell. On the back of the folder was dried feces. It looked like it had dried on the folder and then was scraped off. The juices leaked through and stained the papers inside the folder.
Ok, I get that accidents with animals happen. I'm hoping it was an animal, at least. I just don't understand why he had to give the accident to me.