There are many good teaches in our Dist. This was written by K1 for a class project.
Teacher of a Lifetime.
My personal favorite teachers is Mrs. B. She might be strict but her discipline helps teach you right from wrong. She is a warm hearted person and she helped me with numurous conflicts, most concerning work and the others concerning social material. Mrs. B. helped me slow(?) slow my personal problem and helped to stop bullying for me. She taught me how to become organized and raised my grades from C's and D's back up to A's. She has broken my barrier of doubt and freed the creative young man I currently am. Mrs. B. constantly supported me through tough times and when I asked for help of any kind, she never failed to get me to succeed. If I ever had to repeat fifth grade, I would want to be in Mrs. B's class more than anything.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
I think I might be develping an ulcer...
Well, if you follow this blog, you know that my oldest C1 stared playing baseball this year. He is 12 and has never played ball before in his life.
C2 plays softball...no biggie there. No one can hit and if they do hit it, the ball is not often caught and if it is caught, its often thrown to the wrong person or into outer space. NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE PLEASE. Watching c2's games is like watching paint dry!
C3 just started playing t-ball. Not sure how I feel about it yet. He has only been in one game and I could only stay for one 'inning' if you could call it that, because one of us had to go to C1's game. Overall....fluff. little kids all over the place, crying babies, grandparents, and kids who dont know that the mit goes on the hand, not the head. Cept my kid of couse, who is the next Babe Ruth!
C1. These kids know what they are doing...The know when to run, when not to run, where to throw to, how to bat, etc etc. My kid...nuthin. Yes he is leaning, he is very bright, but I am in pain the entire time he is playing.
He is the kid they put into right field. They did that his first game..Stuck him in right. I almost had a stroke that night, because every hit went to right field!!!
He has made mistakes, heck, some of his teammates...wow! huge mistakes. it makes me feel so much better. but., of course, I am more atune to my son. When he is out there, in right field, the air is much thicker, harder to breath. Even the birds stop chirping. The world moves in slow motion.
I just know, that the second he looks down, or looks up, the ball is going to come to him and clock him in the head. Then, when the ball is hit to him, I am afraid to watch, but cannot not watch. Its kind of like driving by a car wreck. We dont want to see it, but we slow down and look really close anyway!
Please dont let him screw up, please dont let the ball get hit to him. Dont strike out, dont get called out trying to steal....
But, he has to do this to learn, he has to make mistakes, get yelled at by the coach. Feel bad because he missed, or didn't miss, or stopped when he should have ran, ran when he should have stopped etc etc. sigh...
I dread when he's on the field, cringe when he's up to bat, and get annoyed when he is benched.
I wonder if they offer Valium to baseball moms?
C2 plays softball...no biggie there. No one can hit and if they do hit it, the ball is not often caught and if it is caught, its often thrown to the wrong person or into outer space. NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE PLEASE. Watching c2's games is like watching paint dry!
C3 just started playing t-ball. Not sure how I feel about it yet. He has only been in one game and I could only stay for one 'inning' if you could call it that, because one of us had to go to C1's game. Overall....fluff. little kids all over the place, crying babies, grandparents, and kids who dont know that the mit goes on the hand, not the head. Cept my kid of couse, who is the next Babe Ruth!
C1. These kids know what they are doing...The know when to run, when not to run, where to throw to, how to bat, etc etc. My kid...nuthin. Yes he is leaning, he is very bright, but I am in pain the entire time he is playing.
He is the kid they put into right field. They did that his first game..Stuck him in right. I almost had a stroke that night, because every hit went to right field!!!
He has made mistakes, heck, some of his teammates...wow! huge mistakes. it makes me feel so much better. but., of course, I am more atune to my son. When he is out there, in right field, the air is much thicker, harder to breath. Even the birds stop chirping. The world moves in slow motion.
I just know, that the second he looks down, or looks up, the ball is going to come to him and clock him in the head. Then, when the ball is hit to him, I am afraid to watch, but cannot not watch. Its kind of like driving by a car wreck. We dont want to see it, but we slow down and look really close anyway!
Please dont let him screw up, please dont let the ball get hit to him. Dont strike out, dont get called out trying to steal....
But, he has to do this to learn, he has to make mistakes, get yelled at by the coach. Feel bad because he missed, or didn't miss, or stopped when he should have ran, ran when he should have stopped etc etc. sigh...
I dread when he's on the field, cringe when he's up to bat, and get annoyed when he is benched.
I wonder if they offer Valium to baseball moms?
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