apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (Math - PiMP)
A customer comes in wearing a t-shirt with the Greek letter π surrounded by a spiral of about 100 of the known digits of the mathematical constant. It starts on the outside with 3.1415926... (etc.) and then spirals inwards to where it fades away.

Me: I like your t-shirt!

Customer: Oh! Yes, that's 'pi'.

Me: (stunned silence) I...know. I'm a math tutor.
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (Default)
Two customers who deserve some sort of special prize for specialness:

My manager asked me, "Did you hear about the woman who left her wallet in someone else's car?"

"Someone else's cart?" I asked, reasonably.

"No, someone else's car--as in automobile."

So she's talking on her phone, she unloads her groceries into the car, climbs into the driver's seat, throws her wallet on the passenger seat, and then she realizes: this is not my car. (?!?!) So she unloads all her groceries, packs them into the correct car and drives off, but oh noes! She left her wallet on the passenger seat of the stranger's car.

"What did she want us to do about it?" I asked, again quite reasonably.

"Find it."

Ok, I know we bill ourselves as a full service grocery store, but: HOLY FUCKING MOTHER OF GOD.

The next award goes to a woman tonight who lost her credit card, presumably in or around our store. She called and asked my manager if anyone had turned in a credit card: no, no one had. So he walked around and asked all of us if we'd found a credit card. {When he asked me, I replied (again, I think, quite reasonably): "I think that's something I would have mentioned before."} When that didn't turn up her card, she then asked him to go outside and search the parking lot.

PEOPLE. GET OFF YOUR FUCKING CELL PHONES AND KEEP TRACK OF YOUR SHIT! I will tell you the same thing I tell the 10 year-olds who lose things during their tutoring session: "You and no one else are responsible for keeping track of your belongings." (And parents: stop giving $500 electronics to children who routinely forget to zip up their own pants.)

Really, that woman is almost as special as the lady who "lost" her cell phone someplace between my register and her car, and kept coming back to me to oh so subtly suggest that I had stolen it, until she found it somewhere. Nothing like being accused of thievery by absent-minded yuppies!
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (REMAIN INDOORS)
Either that, or I'm developing a new patch of psoriasis on my ankle. I'm leaning toward the former, though, 'cause the skin's all dry and ridged and just weird. You might think I'm being kind by sparing you all the photos, but no: I just couldn't get a good picture of it.

Today was one of those Mondays where I started out fine, completely impervious to the conclusion of my weekend and the start of a new work week, but then the collective Monday-ness of everyone around me managed to drag me down into the mire.

Two of my students (brothers) were sick, so I had just Justin in the first hour slot, and he was in rare form: apparently he stayed up late playing chess (?) with his dad the night before and then had a long swim practice right before his lesson. Just is 9 and not the best at focusing on a good day--today he was full of whining and slumping. One of the biggest downfalls of working with children? When they choose to spend their time whining and bitching and complaining that they're tired and don't want to be there, you cannot shout, "Yeah, well how do you think I feel?" and then storm off in a huff. (I like to fantasize that I would be able to do this at a job with grown-ups. It is not necessary to disabuse me of this notion!)

Other than Justin, most of other kids were just tired and mildly cranky. People often remark to me, "Oh, it must be easier to tutor kids in the summer, because they're not all tired from school!" You would think that, but no: later bedtimes + no consistent schedule + a heap of summer sports and activities = worn-out, cranky children.

I have two new students with asperger's, and at first I was worried because my boss had scheduled them for the same block. (He has a way of putting the absolute worst combinations of children together. Oh, if only I could have at the schedule and arrange everyone by personality!) It's actually working out fine, though. I've managed to coach AJ to raise his hand when he's done instead of chanting "finished a page finished a page finished a page!" and Matt is taking my redirection when he gets frustrated very well.

Still no luck in finding a part-time job! I really do not want to go back to working slave wages at a retail job, but damn it, I could really use some extra income at the moment...

On the plus side, it rained today! Yay rain! (Boo people who still cannot drive it. The sky ain't falling, Chicken Little, you can take your foot off the brake!)

BLECH!

May. 19th, 2011 08:18 pm
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (WTF)
One of my students puked today, and guess who got to clean it up? I'll spare you all the disgusting details, but let me assure you: they are disgusting and they are very detailed.

I'll tell ya, it really puts things into perspective: any day you don't have to clean up vomit is a pretty damn good day. Conversely, today...

Anyway. I need to start writing something again. Since waiting for inspiration to strike seems to be a bust, I've decided it would be best to force myself to work on something. And why not let my flist arbitrarily decide what that something should be? So, here it is: ANOTHER POLL! Oh, how I spoil you all...

I call SHENANIGANS! )

[Poll #1743031]
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (MST3k (Evil Co. Is in Shambles!))
Left my phone at the grocery store this morning. Spent the entire afternoon at work muttering to myself, "What was I just doing?" Overscheduled with TWICE the number of students I should have at once. Traffic jam on the way home. Messed up the rice for my dinner--too much water, too mushy. 20 minutes searching for a lightbulb for my lamp. Cannot properly operate gchat.

But--MINI-VACATION STARTS TOMORROW! All packed for Chicago. Just have to break it to the kitty there isn't enough room in the suitcase for her.

apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (Schroedinger's Cat)
I had a minor twinge of agoraphobia in Dick's Sporting Goods today. I went there because I need a new combination lock, and I thought they might have a larger selection than the local hardware store. And I had time to kill. PANIC AT THE DICK'S )

Funny kid, irritating kid: a fine line. )

Going to Chicago this weekend! I'll be visiting my friend Kelly and her new family, my friend Cassie, her husband, and their 6 month old baby Ella, and Miss [livejournal.com profile] evilhippo, my lovely Queen of All Things Meta and Surreal. (We'll work on the title.) The plan is to do the museums and just catch up with friends, but if there's anything super fun or super special I should check out while I'm there, do let me know.

Now, four songs I've had on constant repeat lately: Musique! )
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (Math Nerd)
(If I ever get around to joining a personals site, that's going to be my headline. [livejournal.com profile] rachel2205, my love, you put up with so much! :P xx)

Spring Into Sherlock over at [livejournal.com profile] sherlockmas is going well! *knock wood* The submissions are rolling in, and I've managed to design things in a way that I don't have to threaten to break any kneecaps if people don't come through with their commitments! (Though I may have threatened the lives of a few anonymous kittens. Hey, whatever works!)

Here's a conversation I had with two students tonight: (Isabelle is 10, Max is 13.)

Max (apropos of nothing): How do you think the world is going to end?
Me (unfazed): I think in a few hundred million years, the sun will expand, and...
Isabelle: You don't think the world will end in 2012?
Me: No...
Max: You don't think the world will end in a zombie apocalypse?
Me: I don't know...what if it did?
Max: I would hide out here! (Meaning the math center.)
Me (scoffing): Are you kidding me? Look at those big glass windows up front! The zombies would get right through that...
Isabelle: I'd hide in the prize case!
Max: I was going to say that!
Me: How would you even fit in there? Besides, it's made of clear glass...you guys really gotta work on your zombie survival plan!
Max: Well, then I'd hide in the trunk of your car!
Me: I don't know...I don't have a very big car.
Max: We'd drive over to Kroger (a grocery store), and eat a bunch of food!
Me: That could be a plan...I could die in a Kroger.

Sometimes, being a good tutor means teaching the kids about life, and not just about math. :P

CTFO

Mar. 16th, 2011 08:39 pm
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (MST3k (Evil Co. Is in Shambles!))
I want one of those rubber message bracelets that says, "CTFO". It's a message that people need to hear.

To the mother who sends weekly email updates about which multiplication problems her eight year old has been missing on his assignments: CTFO.

To the father who brought in a six page printout of his son's quarterly math skills evaluation that I guess I'm just supposed to read in my spare time: CTFO.

To the kids who can't remember to raise their hands rather than shouting my name across the room: CTFO. (Also: I am CHANGING MY NAME and not telling you what the new one is!)

To the obnoxious drivers who need to cut me off in traffic in order to be just one car length closer to the light at the intersection. To the over-caffeinated yuppies who race me to the door at Starbucks and then let it slam in my face. To the "wacky" cashier at the grocery store who calls me by my first name, criticizes my choice of beverage, and then says "Toodles!" when I leave. And, finally: to myself. This is the kind of crap that life is made of, and you don't normally let it bother you.

C.T.F.O!

ETA: Chill The Fuck Out :P
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (PiMP)
So, two of my most challenging students have left. Aurora, my little ADHD princess, had her last day at the end of January. She left in a torrent of suffocating hugs and too-loud goodbyes. I am most definitely going to miss her.

The other child I am less sad to see go. Let's call him...Ernesto. He's seven, and terrifically smart: just a genuinely bright and clever child. He's also incredibly spoiled. His mother, though the nicest lady on the planet (she brought me Godiva! Yum!), babies him terribly: getting his book for him, hovering over him while he works (on the days she stayed), wiping his mouth for him. She tries to goad him into being polite, and yet indulges his every complaint: there's a line between making children feel heard and allowing them to express themselves, and teaching them to be complainers.

And while I'm on the subject, here's a tangent for all the parents of clever children: )

Anyway, with my two most challenging students gone, and two others suddenly transformed into model pupils, I should be relaxing and enjoying the relative ease of my job: instead, I'm wondering what type of kid will get thrown at me next!
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (Math Nerd)
My students really need to stop making me feel old just days before I'm about to be...not 28 anymore!

Camille, one of my new favorite students, was working on some math problems involving change. As an example of what a nerd I am, I told her that when I used to work as a cashier, I used to get excited when I owed someone 41 cents in change, as that meant I got to give them exactly one of each coin from my cash drawer: a quarter, a dime, a nickel, and a penny. It turns out that anecdote was a whole lot nerdier than I thought (YA THINK?), and it had Camille and another boy in stitches.

Once she stopped laughing and regained the capacity for speech, she asked where I had worked as a cashier. I told her I've worked several cashier jobs in the past, but the first was at a department store called Mervyn's. She'd never heard of it, and I explained that was probably because they went out of business about 10 years ago.

Now, how old does THAT make me sound? I noted as such, and that inspired another fit of giggles from her and Beau. "I swear to God, you guys, I'm not that old!" I told them. I don't think they believed me. But then again, they are 13!
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (Labyrinth (Little Blue Worm))
I ran into one of my old students last night. I don't run into the kids I tutor outside of the center very often, because I don't live around where I work. But, last night I went out for a meal with a friend who lives on that side of town, and I bumped into Taylor, a girl I tutored last year.

What always strikes me about Taylor is how mature and poised she is! She's 14 years old and in high school this year. I hesitated to go up to her, as kids can be awkward when they see you out of context. (Miss Amy exists outside of her job? She has a life, and friends? Impossible!) However, Taylor came right up to me and gave me a hug, and we had a nice chat about how she's doing in school this year. Instead of going into algebra, she dropped back into pre-algebra. At first she was kind of shy about telling me that, but when I assured her I thought it was a great idea, and said it must feel really good to be where she needs to be and not be playing catch-up all the time, she was much more enthusiastic. She has an A in the class, and got 100% on their last test. It was great to see her so happy and confidant. (I marvel when I think of how awkward and insecure I was at her age!)

Another example of my kids doing me proud came from Kyle on Thursday.

I was trying to teach Rory, my little ADHD princess, how to add decimals. This was my second attempt, and so far it's still a disaster. I tried to demonstrate with the base ten blocks: nothing. (She was much more interested in playing with them than in listening to my demonstration.) I tried to demonstrate using coins: nothing. I tried fraction pieces and explaining how 1/10 and 0.1 related to each other and were the same: NOTHING!

Now, she could very well start adding decimals without understanding exactly what they are and how they work: all she'd have to do is follow my instructions about "lining up the decimal point" and then add as usual. But she refuses. She goes to one of those expensive, touchy-feely schools that encourage kids to 'use their words' and 'explore' and whatnot, and she doesn't want to even try to solve the problems before she understands them.

UGH. Anyway, there was lots of tears and flailing and an epic display of drama that only my little Rory can perform. I told her that she doesn't need to get this on the first try, and that she can take as long as she needs, and that I only want her to try the problems; sometimes you need to learn how to do a math problem before you can understand why you do it a certain way.

Finally, after about 15 minutes of temper tantrum, Kyle gets up from his seat and comes over to us. I don't know everything about Kyle, but I do know that he is deaf and has a Cochlear implant, and also that he takes ADHD medication. I am guessing there might be some other developmental deficits going on there, but his mother never told us, and I don't need to ask. He's about 10 years old.

He comes over to Rory and says (paraphrasing): "Hey, it's Ok! Don't be upset! You can do it. Look at me: I'm deaf, and sometimes things are hard for me, but I don't let it make me sad. You shouldn't be sad either, because you can do it!"

My heart melted. Not only did he help make Rory feel a little better (even though, drama queen she is, she never did try those problems!), but he helped to remind me to be patient. I was getting frustrated with her, and though I think I did a good job of hiding it, his little speech went a long way in reminding me that these are little kids: they don't come equipped with all the skills and maturity they need to manage their frustrations, and keep at a difficult task until it's done; that's something that has to be taught. And it's part of my job to teach it.
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (MST3k (Evil Co. Is in Shambles!))
Add this to the list of Wedding To-Dos: miraculously cure sudden outbreak of acne on my chin! ("Too old for acne medication, but too young for wrinkles?" When is this magic age, O Condescending Cosmetics Advertisement???)

And it's back to work today. They've cut my Tuesday hours, and trimmed off 15 minutes from my other days, which just seems petty. Oh, the joys of working for an hourly wage!

In other news, iTunes 'Genius' function, which automatically compiles playlists of my music for me, may just have changed my life. However, with the amount of information Apple needed to collect in order to activate it, combined with all the data Google already has about me, I'm pretty sure Corporate America knows a hell of a lot more about me than my own family. (I was raised by a man who believes the Peace Corps is a front for the CIA and that the FBI keeps files on all its citizens library and movie rental habits; a certain amount of paranoia comes standard issue.)

(Oh, and I am working on my playlist for [livejournal.com profile] evilhippo, who offered me a counter-challenge for our ongoing string of Music Battles! She is SO MUCH BETTER at coming up with categories than I am, and this one is really fun, so I'll offer it up to everyone who might want to participate in the fun:

SURPRISE MUSIC BATTLE: COUNTER-CHALLENGE
New Year's resolutions, the musical! At least three songs you yourself would be willing to sing in response to "What is your resolution this year?" ^_^
)

Other things that may have changed my life: Pickwick Dutch Tea Blend, from the ever-so-lovely [livejournal.com profile] voltaires_vice. Three cups today already...


As much as I love tags, it really does strike me as quite absurd that I have one for "griping", as if there would ever be a need for it. As if someone would be reading my journal, and think, "Gee, I wonder if there's a way I could go back and read EVERY SINGLE THING AMY HAS EVER COMPLAINED ABOUT? Oh look, there is!!!"
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (MST3k (Evil Co. Is in Shambles!))
It's difficult keeping things under control at work, when I'm not there everyday. Wednesday has become this big black hole of suck that I spend the rest of the week making up for. Phone messages get lost, kids don't get work done, stuff gets misplaced. Bah!

(I am now putting this crazy work rant under a cut... )

Ok, now that's done! Time for a meme!

Let's call it: The Countdown Meme! (ooh, catchy!)

Day One: Ten things you want to do with your life.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six important "life lessons" you hold true.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).
Day Seven: Four things you want in a romantic partner.
Day Eight: Three of your favorite possessions.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life or yourself right now.
Day Ten: One confession.

Day One: 10 Things You Want To Do With Your Life )

So, flist, how ya been?
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (Ten Duck Hunt)
Day 7 of The Cold That Will Not Fucking End.

The lungs have staged a mutiny. God help us all.


UGH! Bronchitis. I haven't had a decent night's sleep in DAYS due to a dry, hacking cough.

On the upside, my students continue to be sweet and adorable. Beau, 13, asked me if I was feeling better when he came in. That's right: A TEENAGED BOY WAS ABLE TO NOTICE AND EXPRESS COMPASSION FOR SOMEONE OTHER THAN HIMSELF! I wanted to hug him.

(Parents and anyone else who works with children will know why this is such a big deal. Kids are, by nature, rather self-centered. I can go for days asking my students how they are, how their day went, what their plans for the weekend are--before one of them will even think to ask me the same. I used to have a student who regularly asked me how I was. (ONE!) I miss her.)

I was asking Maya (also 13) if she had any fun plans for the weekend, and she said reluctantly that she didn't. I assured her that I didn't either, and I'd probably just be laying around coughing and doing homework. She said that this next week for her was going to be a "lady week". At first I didn't think I'd heard her correctly, but she confirmed what I'd heard: "lady week". I wasn't sure if this was something at her school, or some other phenomena I'm unaware of, so I asked for clarification: she said that's what she says when she has her period. ♥♥♥ SO ADORABLE! I don't know why, but that made me smile for the whole time I was cleaning up to go home.

I am definitely going to be saying "I'm having my lady week" from now on!

ETA: my first Nerds-induced coughing fit of the evening did not stop me from finishing the box. Now excuse me while I scrape my lungs up off the floor...
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (PiMP)
'Cause that's what this entry is.

First things first: sign-ups are going on now at [livejournal.com profile] sherlockmas! They continue until the 14th, so hurry hurry to give (and get!) the gift of Sherlock this holiday season. :) From the fun we've been having in the comments, I can tell this is going to be a very lively exchange!


I may be getting more hours at work, which is good! (I am BROKE, yo!) It's also bad, because I am exhausted.

Cute things that happened today:
♥ Max (the student who asked if atheists are allowed to celebrate birthdays) spent a good five minutes trying to convince me to drop out of university so I could stay and be his math tutor forever. "But you're gonna leave, and you're gonna forget all about us!" MAJOR warm fuzzies! (And believe me, I could never forget this kid!)
♥ Aurora (my little ADHD diva) behaved like an ANGEL today, and began her hour by giving me a big hug.
♥ Joseph, a seven year old, told me a rather long and complicated story about an inside joke he and his little friend came up with in art class that involved a play at school that is (apparently) titled Honk, Jr. He was laughing so hard I could only understand every couple of words.
♥ Less cute and more disgusting: Enzo (also seven) treated me to a rather long and informative monologue on the benefits of mucus, in honor of my lingering cold. (Apparently the germs stick to the mucus, and the white blood cells come and kill them.) He then went on to describe the phenomenon of "ear mucus", which might be the most disgusting concept ever. (It turns out he meant ear wax.)

(I googled it: apparently, there IS a play called Honk, Jr!)

apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (Doctor Who...the hell cares?)
Today was a hectic day--my cold has progressed into a nice, chesty cough that sounds like an old man's death rattle. Because my job requires me to talk, I nearly lost my voice at several points over the course of the evening. And due to a scheduling snafu by the boss, and the inability of my students' parents to bring them during their scheduled appointment time, their was a nice overflow of students from 5:00pm to 6:00pm. Lovely.

It was in that time I had my new student. He is the nerdiest thing ever and I love him! Because it was his first day, he got to spend the first part of the hour decorating his binder. What did he draw on it? A TARDIS, a sonic screwdriver, and a fleet of Daleks! ♥ Oh, be still my heart!

He was super impressed when I pulled out my TARDIS tote bag. Unfortunately, during our colossal geek fest, two of my older students got a glimpse into just how big of a nerd I am. I'm sure they always suspected: I mean, I am a math tutor. But this just confirmed it for them.

I tried to convince them what an awesome show Doctor Who is, but they knew better: it's an instinct that cool kids have when they're being confronted with something nerdy. (Don't get me wrong: these boys are sweet and adorable, and as far as I know, very nice young men. But yeah: they're cool kids!)

So in honor of me and my geeky new buddy, I would like to present:

Confessions of a Grown-Up Nerd )

Puzzler

Sep. 22nd, 2010 10:20 pm
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (Default)
Here's a math puzzle my student brought in yesterday. His math teacher gave it to the class as an exercise. I hadn't seen it before and had fun with it, so I thought I'd pass it on just in case there's any other puzzle geeks out there!

Directions: Place the numbers 1 through 8 in the grid below so that no two consecutive numbers are adjacent, either vertically, horizontally, or diagonally.



Here's some examples of incorrect placement:

behind the cut )

If anyone's interested, I'll post a solution in the next couple days.
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (Good books)
I didn't go into work today, because it's a slow time of year for us, and I don't have enough students on Thursdays. It's nice to have a day off, but I really need the money! Things really need to pick up soon, and I need to get some more high-paying private students.

Instead of spending my day off productively, doing homework, laundry, planning for this dinner party I'm supposed to be hosting this weekend, and a million other things I need to do, I have spent it shopping and surfing the internet. I finally bought some bras that fit properly (that I tried on before buying), so that was good, but then I also bought "jeggings" (jean leggings. I know, the name irritates me, too.), which is bad, because I don't necessarily need them. (But they do look hot under my boots, so...)

Last night I had a dream where I was in a class, and there were a couple people at the back of the room being rude and talking. The lecturer was just ignoring them, so in the middle of his Power Point presentation I just stood up and shouted at them: "COULD YOU JUST SHUT UP PLEASE!" Then I offered to go out in the hall with the guy and fight him. He didn't take me up on it. (He could sense I'm a badass, oh yeah!)

The teacher wanted to talk to me after class, and I was forced to admit that I might have overreacted just a tiny little bit. I said, "I was just really frustrated." He said, "Yes, well it's not your job to monitor the class." I said, "I know, that's why I was frustrated: you should have done it!"

Even in my dreams I have no tact.

Link to my Sherlock fan mix is here.

Book Meme Day 08 )
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (Omelette)

  • Writer's block is a bitch.
  • My ass hurts. (The parking on campus sucks, and there is no finding a spot where I don't have a 15 minute uphill walk to class. I'm not really complaining about the walk, since I need the exercise, but the boots I was wearing have worked ass muscles that were not ready for the wakeup call they got.)
  • The financial aid office is pissing me off. Any OTHER hoops I have to jump through to get my loan before you pile on ANOTHER late fee?
  • I seem to have arranged a dinner party that features three happy couples, and ME! The single friend! (I hope to God my only single friend that lives in the area is going to be free that night.)
  • Along those lines, I may have a date soon! (We're working out details.) His name is Jeremy, and he's in social work. (There are men in social work?! GET THE FUCK OUT!)
  • I love how slow work is right now; I don't ever have more than three students at a time. It's GLORIOUS! My bosses are freaking out, though; that's not so good.
  • I forgot my keys to the building and had to call my boss to let me in. *facepalm*
  • Other than my keys, I keep feeling like I'm forgetting something, ALL THE TIME. I may be losing my mind. (Again.)


So, how are y'all???

I've decided to edit this entry rather than create a new one, because I just found a 30 Day Book Meme on [livejournal.com profile] rewindclunkplay's journal and...BOOKS! You guys know I have to do this, right?

Enable me... )

Grumpy

Sep. 3rd, 2010 12:40 am
apple_pathways: Whatever floats your boat! (Gashlycrumb Tinies)
It's been a bit of a grumpy day. I can't remember if it started out that way, but I can definitely pinpoint the moment where I noticed I was irrationally cranky.

Everyone has buttons, right? Some little niggle that just worms its way inside and drives you mad? Well, I have a couple. Actually, probably more than a couple, but I've definitely been able to nail down two of them.

The first is being jostled or bumped repeatedly. I'm generally fine in crowds, and don't have any excessive issues about personal space, but being repeatedly bumped or knocked into drives all rational thought from my brain and floods me with inexplicable rage. If I'm standing with friends in a crowd and we're in a spot where people are constantly pushing past, I will walk away from the group and wait for them in a less busy area. At my friend's birthday dinner this year, we were sitting in a booth that was back to back with another booth, and the people sitting behind us were constantly bumping against the shared seatback. I should have asked a friend sitting on the other side of the table to switch places with me. What did I do instead? I threw salt at the other people. (It was not one of my prouder moments.)

The other button I have is noise. I don't like loud noises, but they're not what set me off: it's constant, repetitive noises. Such as, oh, a child constantly clicking his tongue or tapping his pencil against his metal ring binder?

Today I had three noisemakers all in one block. Two of them are brothers, and I think it must be something genetic: they're constantly clicking, and swallowing, and making random noises. (It could be Tourette's, I realize. They also both have a tendency to hold their crotches a lot. I have no idea what's up with this family's genetics.) I can usually take the brothers' antics in stride. Today, however, a third noisome child was added into the mix.

This one poses a bigger challenge. He's very smart, and completely indulged by his mother. He's prone to sulking, and sighing, and leaving his seat without permission, and complaining about his work, and making noises with his tongue, and opening and closing his binder repeatedly, and tapping his pencil, and asking question after question after question after QUESTION.

All of which I can normally handle. But it was something about the combination of this child, the two brothers, another boy in for an evaluation, and an older girl who needs a lot of help with her work that just made for a really stressful hour. (I can still hear the tongues clicking--I think I might have PTSD.)

I don't believe in Karma, but I do know this to be true: with the way my life works, if I ever end up having children, they will ALL be noisemakers.

Thank God it's a holiday weekend!

ETA: Oh, and I started knitting a bonnet for my friend's baby shower on Saturday (don't look at me like that; I LIKE leaving things until the last minute!) and the pattern did not specify I should use double-pointed needles, and I've gotten to the part where I'm picking up stitches and I realize: this is going to require double-pointed needles. ARGH! So now I have to find the right size DPNs and figure out how to transfer the rest of the stiches.

I realize no one has any idea what I'm talking about. It's just a frustrating note to end the night on.

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