Sorry folks, I've been away from the blog for a bit to deal with Daddy Bird and his ticker. Regular readers may remember that he had a TIA (mini-stroke) last fall. Well, to make a long story short, he was having blood pressure issues (too high) he blacked out while driving for just a second or two, ended up in a ditch, and instead of going to the doctor for a look at the blood pressure, ended back up in the regional stroke center (about 3 hours from me). Turns out the heart was ticking along at 40 beats per minute when it should be at 70. (Hence the blacking out while driving). They put in a pacemaker and the difference has been amazing. He's less winded, has more energy, and feels a lot better.
So, I missed three days of school.
Which meant my kids had a sub for three days (I managed to get one that knew the kids although they can't stand her).
The kids were rotten. Completely rude and rotten.
While I was gone, the Team members were good at emailing and filling me in the nutty things that were going on while I was gone.
Like three of our girls were texting in class and ended up in in school suspension.
Three of our boys - all BIG boys - got in a scuffle in Mr. Math's room by calling each other "fat". These are the fattest kids on the team and the fact that they're calling each other fat is, well, just beyond ridiculous.
Another boy apparently, at lunch, stuck his hands down his pants, played a bit with the family jewels, and then proceeded to rub his hands on two other (much smaller) students. Mrs. Social Studies was grossed out by this when it was reported to her that she wasn't even sure she know how to write up the referral. Fortunately The Principal was nearby and informed her that it fell under "lewd and lascivious" behavior and that "unfortunately it's been happening quite a lot lately."
My Seventh Period Class From the Very Depths of Hell Itself had an issue when our Drama Girl (this one is something else - she invents drama like nobody's business) apparently reacted when one of the boys made a comment (who knows what) and had a complete and total meltdown in class. Crying, screaming, sobbing, so forth and so on. My poor sub managed to get her to the hallway where Mrs. Social Studies saw her, called guidance and they took her away.
So, in short, life is normal.
Seventh graders, however, are not.