I don't understand what is so difficult about the concept of source citations and notecards. I really don't. It's not brain surgery. It's not rocket science. Hell, it's not even Calculus!
What IS the problem?
I'll tell you what the problem is...the problem is I am far too invested in these kids staying "on track" with the timeline. Apparently, they are justfine&dandy with living in this I've-got-all-kinds-of-time-to-get-this-done dreamworld. But they don't. You know this...and I know this. But apparently they're going to have to figure it out the hard way.
Which means, next week, while I'm trying to show them how to use the supposed-to-be-completed notecards to develop a thesis and outline....several of them are going to be figuring out that they should have
while I was talking today.
And maybe worked a little harder.
I know. Novel concept.
The painful part is ....while they're figuring out how much it sucks to be behind...I'm going to be spazzing out internally about how much hell it's going to be to get them caught up.
Oiy vey. I need another spring break.
PissyAP Update: I sat in a parent conference with FightingKid's parents and Grandma, his guidance counselor, and 5 of his other teachers. (Thank goodness PissyAP wasn't there.) It seems that PissyAP is not only rude to the "Professional Educators" (his salutation in emails...no, I'm not making that up.) in Uberschool.....he's also rude to parents.
He hung up on FightingKid's dad.
And FightingKid's dad is pretty laid back. (Grandma's not, but that's a whole other story.)
Which explains why FightingKid's parents were in Uberprincipal's office earlier this week. Apparently they're not happy with PissyAP.
I, on the other hand, have come out smelling like a rose. The parents LOVE the fact that FightingKid has a 93 in my class....and he has perfect attendance. (His grades and attendance in other classes are not nearly so high.)
And, before the meeting, while we were waiting on the parents to arrive....I found out that PissyAP had confronted each and every teacher sitting at that table in some form or fashion. I took the quasi-high road. Rather than telling my tale...I just encouraged them to go talk to Uberprincipal. (One woman has already talked to her teacher's association. Yes, it was that serious.)
I can't wait to see what happens.
The regional gymnastics meet is tomorrow night and Thursday night. I can't wait to see Buggy in action again. He really is incredible.
Sidenote: I mailed off the registration for camp yesterday. It was painful. I had to come to terms with the fact that not only was I writing and sending a check to OU...I am going to be sending my kiddo there.
That really crushed my Red Raider heart.
So I dug through the pile of "hey, we'll give you another credit card..." envelopes, the ones that are waiting their long walk to the shredder, to find the one sponsored by the Tech alumni association.
Why, you ask?
Because, my friend, that envelope had Double-T return address labels inside.
*FIGHT RAIDERS FIGHT*
I slapped one of those babies on that camp registration envelope and HAPPILY dropped it in the mailbox on its way to BoomerSooner-land.
I may still be sending my money and my kiddo there....but at least I let those Sooners know that I'm not going down without a fight!!
(That appears to be my motto this week, come to think of it.)
peace out, homies.