Cheerleading Tryouts and Such

So I had to [edit...two, evidently I didn't have an english teacher] cheer leading sponsors in high school. At the time I loved one of them and could not stand the other. Now i appreciate them both...And I'm turning into the one I didn't like. Oops.



Let's rewind to last Thursday. I had a MANDATORY meeting for all girls interested in trying out for cheer leading. I announced this meeting for a FULL week to give the girls plenty of time to make plans to be there. WELL....like 8 girls showed up.



"Okay, I guess I only have 8 girls trying out"



Think again. 14 showed up the first day of clinic. WTHay! Seriously...so we had a talk about what mandatory meant, and I agreed to let them all tryout (Secretly hoping that two of the quit so I didn't have to cut only two girls).



Next mandatory thing. To attend all clinic meetings.



Tuesday...16 girls.



WHAT? "Okay, I can deal with this, now I can take 10 girls, and cut six" Good.



Next mandatory thing...All forms must be turned into me BEFORE practice on Wednesday.



Guess how many girls had turned in all of their stuff on Wednesday...How many were "technically" eligible to tryout on Wednesday?



No really...guess....



THREE....3....Uno, dos, Tres.


THREE girls where it as far as turning in all of their forms. Talk about frustrated.



And we were down to 10 at clinic on Wednesday



At tryouts Thursday I had 9 show up. Everyone else said it was too hard...



Except the girl who came by my room on Thursday morning...who'd never been to a meeting or a clinic day, and wanted to tryout.



SERIOUSLY...Think again.



So 9 tried out.


And this is what kills me...

THEY WERE NERVOUS THEY WEREN'T GOING TO MAKE IT.



Dear little baby girls,



Use your brains...There are only 9 or you

I have to take all of you



Geeze!



I'm nervous. This year is not off to a great start.



I've already had one teacher on me about a girl on my squad with an attitude.


This should be quite interesting.

The thorn in my side...

Let's just call him Kanoxious. Because Ka starts the first part of his name and obnoxious is what he is. But he's also cute, charming, and really funny. What's a teacher suppose to do with that.

Me: (getting on to him)
Kanoxious: Man, what...what did I do
Me: You know what you did, please stop
Kanoxious: Man, you always picking on me, you must not like me. This is ridiculous
Me: When do we argue things? (correct answer...2:05)
Kanoxious: Right now...Naw, I'm just playing, I'm just playing
Me: Kanoxious, go wait for me outside (this doesn't scare ANYONE by the way)

Me: What's the deal?
Kanoxious: I didn't say it
Me: I heard you
Kanoxious: Okay man, I did...I did...I'm sorry
Me: Okay, you can't speak out in class like that...
Kanoxious (interrupting me): Man, i didn't do it.
Me: Did you do it or not?
Kanoxious: Yeah, yeah, I said it...I'm really sorry Ms. Singleton
Me: Kanoxious, you are a leader in the room...
Kanoxious (interrupting again): I told you I didn't do it.
Me @ this point = really ticked off, but also about to laugh.

CHARMING...ADORABLE. He will go places, if he can control himself.
What's a girl to do. I feel as though he'll appear in many future posts. Look for Kanoxious

AIR CONDITIONER!!!!!!!

Dear Air Conditioner Repair Men,

WORK HARD, Work FAST!! It's hott in here.

Sincerely,

A teacher who doesn't want to hear "I'm hot" all day long

Two days down...

AHH!! I'm so excited. I LOVE MY JOB. Seriously. It's pretty awesome. I mean, come back in October and I may feel differently. But for now.

Some highlights from the last two days.

*If you name your kid after a terrorist, he will probably definitely act like one.
*I had a kid come to my class on Friday because he was bored. BORED! Get a grip

Kid: "you didn't call my name"
Me: "What's your name"
Kid: ""
Me: "You're not on my role"
Kid: "I know"
Me: "Let me see your schedule"
Kid: "I don't have one"
Me: "Why not? Are you new?"
Kid: "No, mine was messed up"
Me: "You're suppose to be in the media center"
Kid: "I know, I was there but I got bored so I decided to come to class with my friends"

Give me a break. I made him leave, but of course, as fate would have it, this very talkative friend of mine is in another one of my classes.

Oh the joy.

Missing....

If you were a jump drive with LOTS OF IMPORTANT INFORMATION where would you be hiding????

P.S.: The teacher next door to me (who is BY THE WAY not the hott coach who's not really hott) BLARES old, bad country music and SINGS all day long. So I'm listening to Tristan Prettyman on Pandora. I like her...and I like this station. You should check it out. Just saying.

And if you find my jump drive I'll love you forever.

First Day

The first day is over. I survived. I'm exhausted. Two kids got arrested @ school for things they did over the summer. Not in my class. Not much to tell today. I'm sure the stories are coming. I know I have @ least two that will provide for interesting blog posts. Well, three if the girl who hates the world comes around.

Peace.

Feeling like a teacher

I am officially "in school." We started our in-service this morning, and the kids come on Friday. There is SO MUCH to be done between now and then. Hopefully I'll be able to breathe again sometime in October...@ least that's what I'm shooting for.

I spent some time @ school working and doing trainings last week, but I feel like it has only been today that I have started to feel like a "real" teacher. Don't confuse that with my feeling like a "real good" teacher, just a "real" one. I suppose time will tell.

Tomorrow I get the whole afternoon to just working in my room. Hopefully lots will get done.
I shopped for almost 3 hours tonight (mostly because I'm indecisive and don't know what I'm doing) and I spent $120.00. I about flipped out. I get $400.00 to spend, but still. I HATE SPENDING MONEY...Even other people's. It kills me and I feel guilty every time. Especially when I splurge and buy the $8.00 pens instead of the $1.00. But COME ON...sometimes you have to do what will keep you sane. And YES! cute pens will help keep me sane.

I had a great weekend @ home this past weekend. I'm learning that I really do love it there, and there are so many people from my past that I feel like I have a connection with (family & friends). It's hard to leave sometimes, but I'm thankful for the hard in that. It means things are good. And they haven't always been.

Off to get my beauty sleep. Somebody once told me that nobody likes an ugly teacher. :)