Redheaded Jill

A week or two ago I wrote about how happy I am that the seventh graders are innocent and approachable and still very much children.

Well… the word that comes to mind for the sixth grade class is “feral”. These kids are HIGH energy. They are chaos. They are… without mercy? Hahaha

A slight exaggeration, but it was definitely no walk in the park.

Today I had lunch duty, which is a horrible thing where teachers walk the lunch room to make sure people eat their lunch and don’t wander the halls or steal someone’s milk money. So that means my lunch had to be eaten during class. Sorry kids, at least I didn’t pack anything smelly!

The thing that kept me sane today was a lovely thing I like to call… cortisol blend. Supplements like ashwaganda and magnesium to keep me calm. I also got a good night’s sleep last night, and I brought not one, but TWO xl chai lattes from home. Thermoses are the BEST invention.

I also packed a lunch full of protein so that I wouldn’t get hangry.

The kids had a quiz today. They were supposed to be completely silent. Keeping that many kids silent was nearly impossible.

I had a boy, who I think is probably developmentally delayed, very concerned about a “racial slur”. (It wasn’t a racial slur.) The kids this morning were writing all over the board so that I had nowhere to write the assignments without erasing tons of… erasable graffiti. (They drew a giant rat, buzz lightyear, smiley faces, and then wrote creepy things like, “I’m always watching you… I live in your walls and in your backpack.” “No skibidi.” And more.) According to Google, skibidi can mean good or bad depending on context. Kind of like a millennial saying something is “sick”.

Idk if I’ll accept another sixth grade assignment this year. I definitely prefer the seventh grader, or the specials in the elementary school (art, music, p.e.). I will say, the principal is so nice and so are the other teachers. I appreciate them.

I also had a chance to take the kids outside today after lunch. I was able to do some grounding, standing barefoot on the lawn while kids played football and catch and volleyball.

I am going home exhausted… I don’t think I’m getting paid enough for today, and I guarantee their everyday teachers are underpaid. Sixth grade is not for the feeble.