Bang Your Head. . .

Today was definitely one of those days where I wanted to bang my head against the wall by the end of the day.

I don't know if the kids all had too much sugar or I didn't get enough sleep--maybe a combination of both, but by the end of the day, I was at my wit's end.

My 5th graders after lunch were all sorts of giggly and silly (not in a cute way, either).

Following the 5th graders, were my 1st graders. The usually funny bunch. Today, though. . . today, they seemed to have forgotten the "classroom volume" rule, not to mention the "raise your hand" rule.

The final group was an upper grade SDC group. We were working on kitchen vocabulary and were reading a story about baking a cake that included our new vocabulary words. I asked what ingredients were mentioned in the story. The replies: "mixer," "oven," "measuring spoons." Apparently, they didn't know what "ingredients" were, so I explained that ingredients are the things that we put into a mixing bowl so that we can make something else. I also explained that ingredients must be food--something that we can eat. All the while I was explaining what ingredients are, Salvador was stretching his arm up "ooh, ooh, I know one, I know one." So I called on him. And he says. . . ."SPATULA." ugh.