Not My Day

I dread teaching N. I truly do, because I just know I WILL lose my patience with her. Of all the kids, she is the most different. That said, her 'different' can be good and bad. When it's bad, it's really bad.

I dread doing Language Arts with her. I dread doing math problems with her. All because she tends to dream, and answer me in a barely audible voice. As a consequence, she is always behind, because I fear working with her.

Today is truly not my day. I hate it when I go all berserk, and when I work with N, and we have to go all the way around a problem solving question, even back to the basics, I just declare it a bad day for myself. This is also not a first time. She seems to be having a LOT of problems doing lengthy math problems. Direct addition and subtraction are fine, but when it comes to problem solving, I don't have the patience it takes to get her through all of it. We work on a part of the problem, and by the time we get to the bigger picture, she has forgotten what it was all about, and I have forgotten there is a thing called patience.

Not my day, indeed.