So I misplaced the ONE student today who I should never, NEVER have misplaced... Crap.
You may recall that about a month ago, I got chewed out by an irate mother who insisted I wasn't doing my job of teaching her son. I ended up backing down, but the administration helped out and now they deal with the mom. The follwing week, the father actually came to school to complain about me. Lovely.
Anyway, today the mother requested that her son stay with me after school so I could work with him for an hour and a half. Mind you, this is during my tutoring time, where I already have a class of 20 students. We were told that tutoring was supposed to be its own class, taught like an actual math class. That means I have to plan for another class 3 days a week. How, I'd wondered, was I supposd to work with this student AND my class of 20?
Somehow, it all worked out. The student worked independently while I worked with the tutoring class. Then I set the tutees to work and assisted the student. I kept switching back and forth, and it went pretty well. At the end of tutoring, we played our usual game, and the student participated. Good stuff.
HOWEVER, after the game, I walked the students out toward the bus. Since I'm not on after-school bus duty this week, I left after I saw the kids get to teh bus area. The one student, however, was supposed to be picked up by dear old mom. Something must've gone amiss, because 15 minutes later, dad was in my classroom, trying to find his son. CRAP. The ONE kid I shouldn't have lost... I walked over the ENTIRE campus with the dad (and another teacher, thank goodness)... and no son. I ended up having to tell the dad that his son was either on a bus or walking (since there were no other students around). No idea where the kid went. My fault... and the parents already hate me. Eeesh.
Anyway, I'm off to plan tomorrow and crash out. Long day. Kids are getting comfortable now, which is leading to some more obnoxious occurrences in class. I keep forgetting how tiring this profession is. Le sigh.
Ciao.
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Did you ever find him or had he gone home? Sigh!
Momita :)
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