I mentioned how exhausted I am last night. I did go to bed earlier than usual, but I am still really wiped out. So when I got to school this morning I was already ready to go back home and go to bed. I'm generally a pretty jovial kinda girl, but not the last couple of days.
My homebase has a regular, daily assignment that they already know about and should do every day automatically...not have to be reminded. When I walked in, there were several students up out of their seats, talking...needless to say no one was reading. Guess what happened? I fussed! Then guess what happened...about four of them looked at me like I had lost my mind. THEN GUESS WHAT HAPPENED....I let them have it. I do not typically yell or scream at my students...it's not my personality...but they got the full brunt of my fury this morning. They were even told that before they went home to tell on me for raising my voice they should come and have a conversation with me to set the record straight.
I know I will probably be called down for losing it with my students, and I will explain myself. The thing, though, that I really want them to hear, is that although I was angry, I still care. I have stated again that anyone concerned about the statements I made this morning should come talk to me. I am not so angry that I do not want them to approach me. I am not so angry that I let it fester. I care...deeply...for these kids. ALL of them!