Long year already in Life

I keep coming in to write a post, I read some and then head out. It’s been a rough rough year so far. Lots of stress and worry. I don’t want to keep posting pouting, venting entries. And yet here I go again. Just to catch up in bullet-ish fashion.
 We’re almost 6 weeks in. In some ways the year is flying and in others it’s like slogging through quicksand. There are some sweet kids, and some struggles. I will be doing my traditional start of year entry in the next few days when I have a little more time. (Not tonight....too tired.)

 Because of a combination of things, moving kids, kids moving in, etc. My homeroom is now at 29 while the other two are at 26/27. 5 of those kids are resource - special needs, including a severely autistic, another almost as severe autistic, and one who is officially mild/moderate (that’s severed disabled - like functioning at a 4/5 year old level). I love them, but they’re exhausting.

 We had our first parent conferences a week and a half or so ago. There are 82 kids in 4th grade. We probably saw about 60 or so kids’ parents/guardians. My first was at 12:10 and I didn’t have a break all day/night. They were supposed to end at 6:30 and we walked out of there at 5 min to 8. However, almost an hour of that was with one parent. Once crazy, psycho parent. Literally the worst parent conference I’ve EVER had. After lots of demands, screaming, cussing, etc on her part I told her I would make her copies of EVERYTHING we did, send her a list of the grades we would take for the week and what they would look like, meet with her daughter before school, during specials and after school (the student’s cousin is a student teacher at our school), AND I gave her my home and cell number. She snapped at me that she was tired of no at at the school being willing to help her. I honestly thought my head might explode at that point. I walked her to the door and told her that there was obviously nothing I could do to help her and waited for her to leave. We’re still dealing with that and her. That’s a big part of the stress.

 Oh…and Bitchy J’s son is in our class this year. So much fun. He doesn’t work. He doesn’t participate, and he doesn’t even try. She says it’s our problem, not hers.

 To end on a good note - Cbaby and I are going to Comic Con next month. Nerdishly excited about that! I’ve never been and have no idea how good Louisiana can do one, but we’re both all geeked out over it. Tootie has been invited to go and politely declined, saying, “That’s y’alls thing.” lol I feel sorry for her.