My oh My

A TON has changed since the last time I wrote....let me take you back to the week before Thanksgiving.

My little Z man had started to become extremly rebellious to anything that came out of my mouth. One thing led to another and after flicking another student in the face, Z was sent to the office. Dad came, words were said...hurtful might I add....principals were called in...more than one...and Z was withdrawn from our school. To be honest, I was so sad. I felt like an absolute failure. Here was a little guy sent from another class for me to "whip into shape" and I failed. I didn't fail at one thing though....I loved that little boy. As much grief and despair that he gave me...at the end of the day...I still loved him. I listened to his stories and laughed at what he said. I gave him oh so many chances to do right, but he chose to do wrong. He is a young 4 and absolutely needs another year of "daycare" before being able to handle the school scene. After dad calmed down, he came in on Z's last day and thanked me for all that I had done and said that I really did succeed with his son and that he and his wife appreciated all of my efforts. I hugged Z, gave him a kiss on the cheek and said goodbye. I have a feeling that I haven't seen the last of him!

Get this....The day AFTER the traumatic experience with Z's dad, I get an email. This email simply said...Mrs. Thompson, on Monday, December 1st, Anderson will be transferring to your class from Mrs. Barfield's class. Yes...my first reaction was..."Are you kidding me?" and yes I said that outloud! After all I had just gone through with my former "transfer" student, I thought enough was enough. I thought...why can't they put him in another class...why me? So after my pity party...I got over it, accepted it and was looking forward to this new young man joining my class. His first day with me was yesterday and he is going to do great! He is in NO way a behavior problem and we are going to work extra hard to get him caught up with the academics of 4K. We shall see!

Okay...enough of the logistical drama of preschool.

At lunch today, Brianna raised one hand while holding a piece of turkey in another and boldly announced "Mrs. Thompson, my turkey is a little bouncy!" She was not happy that the turkey was moving around and not doing what she wanted it to. So funny!

We have our big preschool Christmas Program on Thursday of this week. I will do my best to get pictures of the event! You might even get to see me in my Shepherd's costume! (Please pray for a higher grade next year!! haha)

Until next time,
Sam