We are barely hanging in there, and by “we,” I mean Jeremy and me. Jackson is skating through his remaining third grade work, which now consists of vocabulary and creative writing. He will be done by Mother’s Day weekend.
Jeremy, on the other hand, has had a tough year, so the pace at which he’s worked varied depending on the subject and lesson. Fractions have caused most of his discomfort and – frankly – I’m tired of them too. We have four units left and I’m at the point where I’d pay someone to come tackle those units for me.
It’s not his fault. Fractions are hard. Sure, attitudes could be better (his AND mine), but fractions are just hard. We’re all pining for summer so the thought of another full month of school makes me (and him) want to cry. In fact, we have cried, but that’s another post.
My desk looks like it’s the end of the school year – a mishmash of unrelated items that have found their way to me. Flash cards of the presidents, a tooth, a fortune… It’s time for a hardy clean-out and shredding, a signal that the school year is ending and I don’t have to grade anything, assign anything, or think about fractions for a long while.
I imagine school teachers feel like I do – overwhelmed with papers, faces, and whiny voices. Everyone wants to be done with each other. We want to clean out our desks and cubbies and toss the junk. We want to say goodbye to the schedule and enjoy the putting away of notebooks and pencils for a few months. We want sunshine and sleeping in and goofing off.
Godspeed, everyone. We’re nearly there.