One down One to go

I had my final day of my middle school assignment. We kept the students up to date and aware that my time with them was coming to a close. We formed quite a bond and it was rough to have to leave. I had them evaluate my work with them. Of course they only focused on the more personal aspects. I asked them to note what I needed to improve on and they answered things like not calling on the quiet people, or not using cards (a deck of cards with their names written on them) to call on students. In other words they only wanted me to call on those who volunteered. I'd have to say to them that that would be no fun at all. Some felt the daily warm ups were a bummer. But they did like when I made them into human sentences. I would ask the students to give me a subject. Of course the student who was quiet and did not like to be called on said "spider". Oh she knew she was in for it. I love spiders. So she came up to the front of the room and her part was The spider, and since she was the beginning of the sentence she had to hold a hand up designating the capital T. Next I asked for the predicate and someone said "flew" now I love flying and a flying spider seemed like great fun. So that student came up, and we had the sentence "The spider flew" The students must repeat their part to the class. But we were missing punctuation, so one student called out period. That student came up and she was the period, so she made herself into a ball on the floor. This progresses on with a couple more predicate phrases, and we might add a why phrase, or a where phrase. The students really liked this warm up exercise. And while having fun with this they were learning to compose complex sentence structures. Tricky isn't it.
Now I find myself with supposedly more time on my hands, but of course there are those pesky final projects for my college courses. I am so good at filling up my time with such important tasks as vacuuming out my car, I have become the master procrastinator. I'll do it, just when I have limited myself into a corner. I don't know why it is such a thing with me. Maybe I should see a therapist.
I've not read a thing outside of assigned texts. I still listen to music when I'm in my little car. Just bought the new Enya CD. I know it goes against my indie rock image. But you have to get mellow sometimes, and there is nothing like well sung celtic to mellow me out. Haven't been too mean lately, it must be a teacher thing. My students put a scrapbook together for me. They included letters, pictures and artwork. (I will treasure it forever) One student thanked me for not losing my temper on him, (I wonder who would do that), and the others appreciated that I met them at the door everyday with a smile and personal acknowledgment. How mean is that! See Ya.