On Wednesday, I woke up at 5:45 to start working, arrived at school at 6:45 and did not leave until 6:45 pm, drove home and kept grading/planning until 11:00 when I promptly went to bed.
On Thursday, I was pretty darn exhausted. My lessons SUCKED because even after working for 16 hours on Wednesday, I still wasn't prepared enough to do a great job. AP Stats sucked because the kids were all confused and I wasn't doing a great job of un-confusing them, and my two geometry classes sucked because class behavior was pretty terrible and I was in a tired, foul mood and not doing a great job of fixing anything.
And then, at the end of the day on Thursday, I realized that my iPhone had been stolen.
I closed my classroom door and cried hysterically for about 15 minutes. Then I walked down to the office to report it, promising myself that I was done crying, and ended up crying in my Principal's office too.
It's not about the money (although those phones are ridiculously expensive and this is the second time it's been stolen). It's about the fact that I worked SIXTEEN HOURS the previous day to prepare lessons for my students, and one child pretty much ruined it. The fact is that I know that one of my students stole my phone and that completely SUCKS.
Also, that iPhone is not just my phone - it's my alarm clock in the morning, it's my camera with pictures of my family on it, it's my radio when I'm driving (since I haven't had a car radio for 3 years because it was ... stolen), it's my bookshelf with about 12 books on the kindle app, it's my minesweeper-relaxation method, it's my instant-look-up-on-the-internet whatever I need to look up (example, how old is Dionne Warwick? Answer: 68 years old), my main way to tweet, my email checker on the run, my GPS when I'm driving somewhere unfamiliar. I love it.
After I realized my precious (uh.. LOTR reference, deal with it) was stolen, etc. I refused to do any work for the rest of the day. This, of course, meant that I got up at 4 am on Friday to frantically prepare lessons.
But then, Friday was awesome. I mean, truly, amazingly, everything-went-right awesome. First of all, when I woke up I thought it was Thursday. While I was eating breakfast I realized it was, in fact, Friday. I cannot even BEGIN to describe how amazing that realization felt. I actually did a little happy dance.
Before school starts I always have a bunch of boys in my classroom hanging out after they've stashed their football gear in my closets (lockers have not yet been issued). I told them that my phone had been stolen and they were absolutely irate and empathetic. In fact, I ended up telling all of my classes, including the class that I'm pretty sure it was stolen during. Again, students were upset about it.
I had been feeling so down and victimized and just plain shitty and then these awesome kids made me feel so much better. Not only that, but the atmosphere of my crazier classes improved. Right now, my sophomores are still checking me out, gauging if I really care about them or if I'm just there collecting a paycheck. There's no real relationship there yet. They don't know that I work my butt off for them - they don't know that I really and truly care about them, like my juniors and seniors are well aware. And I don't know them - I don't know who I can tease mercilessly and who I need to be very gentle with.
But this cell phone issue has helped to build a bit of a bridge between us. I was honest about being upset about my missing cell phone. I told them about my family and the pictures that were on the phone. I told them about my guinea pig. I even told them about working 16 hours the day before. The tone of my 10th grade classes changed. And if this is something that is sustainable throughout the school year - if I've reached out and made that connection at the end of week 2?
Totally worth $400.
thankful
3 hours ago