When I used to have odd days off like Tuesdays and Thursdays, or Tuesdays and Wednesdays; or when I worked seven days a week; the 'weekend' ie Saturday and Sunday, meant nothing to me, and it was sometimes annoying when customers would say something about the weekend, assuming it's the same for everyone. But now, Fridays are Fridays and the weekend is what it says, week's end: Saturdays and Sundays. So I am excited tomorrow is Friday, even though that means it's laundry time (for real this time...there are No underwear left...!) and feeling slightly guilty about unchecked /unread e-mails time again.
The great stuff from today: I (only slightly joking) suggested we watch a movie in acting class today because the teacher seemed hesitant to have us start anything when half the class was absent, and it was pretty stormy outside, and he picked the perfect movie. . .we got to see Clue from 1985, which I have never watched, but enjoyed a lot, mostly because of Tim Curry. I went along a busy business street and had great success with owners agreeing to let me hang up school play posters. I ran out before I even got to where I was expecting to. My other coworker apologized (though she needn't) for when I was upset the other day (yesterday) and gave me a hug, and was a good listener. I took my breaks mostly on time and got a good coffee drink at the school cafe. I also got to see a student's cool sketches which were really great! I didn't even know he could draw!
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| What I thought we were getting |
Bad stuff: When we got microwave popcorn in class I thought it would be like the popcorn I had before which you could just pour out, so I poured some out onto a student's hand, and it was just burning hot melted butter flavoring that came out onto him. Then, I 'smartly' poured some onto my hand, and the same thing happened. I somehow kept quiet, but it hurt like hell, especially the unpopped kernel that was what felt like boiling temperature. Once I identified that as the worst culprit in my current palm pain besides the liquid fire 'butter', I passed that handful over to the kid. I'm still not sure if I did it to myself after he got burned because I thought he was extremely temperature sensitive and I could handle it better, or if I wanted to inflict the same pain on myself after he had to experience it because of me, but I quickly found out that rather than popcorn pouring out, just that greasy hot as fuck goo came rushing out. I had offered to help the kid who was making and passing out the popcorn and I dearly wish I had because I would have been able to tell in the light in the other room what the deal was. I never saw the student I accidentally burned after that. I can only gauge by my own level of pain how he fared. About two hours after class I got to put some ice on my hand, and as of now it's still slightly sensitive, but I'm fine. Tomorrow I will apologize again.
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| What we got: Ow ow ow ow hot hot hot hot hot!!!! |
So, I have trouble learning ie remembering lessons I am given. Over and over I have instincts and ideas and don't follow through and am harmed in some way by that. Today was just a more visceral lesson. Maybe the physical pain will help my synapses connect and make better decisions. However, I am thinking about my back pain, and personal area pain, and mental anguish, and other situations (like how I wanted to give Jorge a bike helmet, but thought I could do it later, and then he moved and was gone!) that could have either been avoided or significantly diminished if I had listened to myself and remembered what I learned from past experiences.
The other bad thing was that I had the opportunity to talk more and listen to a very quiet student who has great difficulty in reading and writing and also speaking coherently, and he needs more help than I can offer. I mean, he needs some mental health diagnosis and some serious testing and analysis, and I don't know, maybe a brain scan? I'm not being mean, I just know he is not receiving the correct education for his abilities in this class. He seems like he could bloom with the right approach and specialized program, but there's no way he can keep up with these other kids. I know the teacher is aware of this, but it takes a long time to place a student correctly sometimes, if they don't know exactly what they need or what their issues are causing the learning block. I hope they at least can put him in a class where he doesn't feel so frustrated and can get a lot more one-on-one time with a teacher. That will encourage him to grow and be confident so he can flourish.
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