Stretched

I was the rubber band today. But unlike my grandson's intentions, the boys tugging and stretching
weren't testing motor skills or experimenting with a new 'toy'---they were being ---well----
immature--rebellious---those are the nicest words I can think of.. We had lock down drill today and it was during my worse class. Oh joy! If it had been for real, and there had been a gunman in the building, it
wouldn't have required excellent hearing to know there was a group of students in my room!

It went downhill from there. Four junior Advanced English (college prep) boys are seeing how far
they can push.  Today I have to shove back to let them know unequivocally that there is indeed a
line they don't cross in my room.  I truly dislike having to do that.  But I must or I lose control of my
room of 32 students.

But there were bright moments and this evening was one of them. We had an open house for
 the school levy. Few parents showed (big volley ball tournament away),but several of us teachers
went out to dinner between school's end and open house beginning. We relaxed and laughed and generally had a good time.

More laughter occurred when we returned to school ---there was a camaraderie there that has been missing.
 It is slowly coming back after dissension and frustration during the reign of the last principal.
This picture is from our vacation in Hocking Hills this past August.  I chose this picture because
I had to tramp through the underbrush today to get to a pleasant 'spot', but I made it through.
 Writing this blog helped.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith.
Galatians 5:22  (I needed this reminder.)