Slightly Improved Day

At least no one ate any paper or stabbed anyone with a stick. As was my day yesterday. The sticks were being used as swords and those boys were punished. Sigh. The paper consumption.....well....that was a first in my 10 years of teaching. One student, "D" came over and said he couldn't find the pictures he was cutting out for his math job. I asked him why not, when I had instructed the kids to cut out one picture at a time so as not to lose them. His response? "because "J" ate them! Huh? ATE??!! I called "J" over and asked him if he ate "D"'s paper (not believing he would actually admit to it) and he said yes! I said, "did it taste good? Why would you eat his papers?" and he said it tasted good. Oy. These kids are gonna make me crazy!

The good news of today was I received an email from Angie, telling me what an awesome BodyPump class I had last night! She attached an actual class evaluation form and I scored all "M's" which are Meets Expectations, and her comments are as follows: "Great technique and coaching cues - used just enough and at the appropriate time. Transitions were smooth and effective. You have the ability to truly connect with your class. You are a true teacher and ensure everyone is set up for success."

Yikes! I didn't even know they did evaluations. works for me, as I am used to it with my own teaching. In fact, going to be observed again on Friday for my day job. All i can say is if my students are anything like they were yesterday I'm screwed. Really.

Had a 90 minute massage today. Dana was surprised I just had one a week and a half ago, as I was pretty tight. Duh. Teaching so much that I could use one every week! She did comment on how tight my quads were, along with my upper and lower back and shoulders. Again, DUH. BodyPump 79 baby.

And lastly, a funny coincidence. The police officer that serves our campus and also was assigned my iPhone theft and I were chatting today and he reached over and tugged at my necklace, the Koru symbol that Alex brought back from his Les Mills trip. He asked me where I got it and I said my friend brought it back from New Zealand. He reached under his uniform collar and pulled out a necklace, a different symbol but a Maori one nonetheless. We had a nice chat about NZ, he had spent some time with the Maori tribe, but he'd never heard of Les Mills.

Who in the world goes to New Zealand and doesn't hear of Les Mills or take a class? Geez. No one I want to know ;-P