TGIF!

Tonight my colleagues and I went out to Happy Hour to celebrate the worst month of the year for paperwork being completed!  ESY's - check!  Celebration - check! We all got drinks and appetizers and chatted.  The atmosphere was a bit loud so I felt like we couldn't talk to everyone (there were 10 of us) but it was fun to go out and not talk just at school! 

The day was a bit crazy... in the morning I was on the phone literally for 45 minutes trying to find out more information on a student who just came to our school.  After making (literally) 11 phone calls I finally found out the student is not even speech/language!  Ugh... waste of 45 minutes.  Oh well.

Then I had an experience that I have never had and hope to never have again.  I had a student sitting in group today (and since Melissa is still student teaching I sit behind the table and can see what all is going on...)  doing something I could not believe.  I will let it up to your imagination, however I will say he had sweatpants on, his hands were firmly in his pockets, and his face looked like he may 'explode.'  Get it?  Oh my!  Before anything crazy happened I snapped his name "Name... do you need to use the bathroom?" at which he replied, no and slowly put his hands on the table.  No embarrassment, no look on his face that said I've been caught.  Oh my!  At that age I guess boys begin to explore... but not at school, right?  (Is that what I have to look forward to with RJ....)  And... should I be doing a social story about THAT at school?  He does have a diagnosis, but is completely mainstreamed. Hmm....

It gets better, I wanted to share my concern of what occurred with the counselor.  (This is the third or so time I have seen this happen, today was just the closest time to...)  She then pulls in the male principal.  How weird is it that we (girls) are trying to talk to a man about this type of issue...  especially when the counselor says, "Maybe we should suggest to the parents the student no longer wear sweatpants," in which the male principal replies, "No... it is no harder to..." then stopped himself and said, "Well, maybe harder is not the best choice of words."  Oh boy.

After happy hour tonight I came home to my beautiful kiddos.  I just love how Morgan loves her skirts and sparkles.  I am learning to embrace her choice of clothing...