i got observed for the last time. it was supposed to be informal, but she stayed allllll day and wrote it up and everything. liar. and of course, the weather was crazy, and i’m still feeling the effects of the night before last, so not only were the kids going berzerk (sp?), but i was too. but i comfort myself with this thought: two days left.

the port is out of my hands and off of my mind. it’s done. when my classroom teacher was looking through it, i said, “if you find any spelling errors, don’t tell me.” that probably came off the wrong way, but i seriously didn’t even want to look at those stupid ROY G. BIV painstakingly organized pages. yeah, that’s right. i got this fancy pastel paper (because when you’re el. ed., it has to sound smart AND look pretty… stupid combination, i know). and then i organized the papers so that they would go in ROY G. BIV order. i’m anal. i hate it.

oh, and the p.m. class finally got fifty pennies (i explained that in a previous blog, right?) so they get free recess tomorrow. yay. wait. i’m not even teaching tomorrow. crap. i work this long and hard and they finally acheive this goal… the day before Mrs. Friday takes over the class again. wonderful…. i love irony. well, at least i don’t have to plan anything tonight. sigh. and thursday there’s a sub, so i get to teach again, but it’ll just be a fun day. i think maybe i’ll have them make ME a shirt, since noah’s was such a success.

so today, i guess, was my last day of real student teaching. let’s all shed a tear…