Parents Visit Room 105: Shear Madness!

So my situation was I needed a ride home so I could got to the water polo tournament at Wheaton College and drive a team van home. I called my mom to ask if she could pick me up on Friday and invited her to visit room 105 before I was done student teaching at McKinley. I had planned a lesson at the end of the day ("crazy time" I call it) where my mom could help the kids cut their grass and measure it.When my mom showed up on Friday right after my lunch time I was surprised she had brought my dad too! So we had another Mr. Bax and now a Mrs. Bax in the classroom, the kids were going to be confused.

I went and got my kids from gym class then took them back to room 105 to meet my mom and dad where my mom had pencils for all the students which they loved but immediately asked me to sharpen. The kids then have recess after gym so we headed outside since it was so nice out. After some kickball drama (daily occurrence) and watching Mrs. Bax try to hula hoop (one in a lifetime occurrence) we headed inside to start the lesson. Anytime a teacher visualizes a lesson it almost never goes in that direction but is not usually far off, this time it was WAY off. I have said it before but getting kids to settle down after gym AND recess is like trying to un-toast bread.

This plant lesson involved cutting down the grass the kids have been growing and journaling about our plants growth so far. When the students were done journaling I picked quiet students to go over and see mom and dad where they helped the students trim their plants. We went over how to walk with scissor before in the class and the kids did a good job. I also mentioned to keep them out of their mouths (for those who have read before you know what I'm talking about). One of my girls decided my parents being there meant she had to be the trouble child for the day. After moving her desk against the wall and getting a journal thrown at me the threat of calling her dad got her following directions real quick. This is a girl whose mom said "That is not my favorite child!" at parent teacher conferences. While I was dealing with this the kids did a good job of working on their journals and cutting their grass. I guess in my directions with scissors I forgot to mention another thing not to do: don't cut your hair! One of my students decided this was a good time to give his bangs a trim. I heard a student say he did it and when I looked over his face said it all, guilty. I asked him if he had cut his hair and when he shook his head "no" a few clipping of hair fell out of his head. I decided the goofy look he gave himself was punishment enough and I think he learned his lesson.

This was on the other side of the room from where my parents were and since I took a nap on the ride home I forgot to tell them this. I decided it would be a good story for them to read in the blog. They are both sleeping after a fun Easter yesterday so when they wake up I'll let them know there is a new post. Post about my last day at McKinley coming up sometime this week.