Celebration!

It is now 1:45 and officially every last one of my student-teacher-parent conferences is over! What a long day. It started off like any other normal day. I woke up late (after an earth shattering night of karaoke) and ran around my house like a crazy mad woman making mental notes along the way: buy milk, change the kitty litter, out of toilet paper, REALLY change the kitty litter, don't let the cat out - things like that.

I made it to school five minutes before my first conference. Whoever decided conferences should start at 7:15 in the morning should be smacked (oh wait, that was me). The first three conferences went fine because the kids were not at school yet.

Then came mayhem! When the bell rang and the students came - we had to balance doing devotions, getting them ready for swimming, and two conferences at the same time. As I sit here at the computer trying to figure out what actually happened, I realize I have no clue. This morning was a blur. The conferences weren't but the in between madness seemed to melt into a black hole of forgetfulness.

I learned a number of things about my students. Some of their parents provoke academic competition between their children, some parents openly admit they don't have time for their kids because they have so much to do for themselves, and some parents gifted us the title as "second parents" in the Christian faith (which is because they are Muslim and believe that their child should have the right to choose their faith - not have it forced upon them). Talk about eye-opening experiences one after the other.

Now I'm sitting here trying to figure out what I'm going to do for the next two hours. My whole afternoon is free - no meetings or chapel or professional development. We are allowed to take one hour every week and go out for lunch. I may just do that and go home and make myself lunch.