Mrs. Nix was not thrilled with my ‘8:00 entry’ idea.
I find it helps to just expect pushback from her, so when it comes, I’ve already worked through some of the arguments on both sides and my own general uneasiness. (As I wrote that word ‘uneasiness’, I realized that even a month ago, I would have written ‘fears’. To me, that’s progress.)
Anyway, I heard the expected ‘Why should I make an exception for you?’ and ‘Now other teachers will be asked to do the same thing.’ arguments.
I told her that Room 36 IS an exception because of its location. (I’m always tempted to revisit the sorry state of the room back in August, as well, but I rein myself in.)
And then I called up a photo of one of the wet kids from a couple of days ago.
And then I pulled out an extra surprise–a note from Sanjay’s parents thanking me for the new policy.
(I kept their reasons to myself…something to tuck away for ‘a rainy day’, so to speak.)
Result: The exception will be granted on an interim basis.
I’ll take it.
Lately, some kids have knocked on my door before school starts
asking if they could retrieve a book, a lunch box, even a retainer [ick!]. And I noticed once they came in, they lingered until the bell sounded to ‘officially’ admit kids into their classrooms.
Yesterday, it was dry when I got to Room 36.
But by the time the kids were let loose to head to the classroom, it was pouring rain. Kids soaked–not a good way for them [or me] to start the day.
And I had an idea…take photos of the drenched kids. I didn’t tell them why, but I figured the shots might come in handy.
After journal time, I made the announcement: Room 36 kids can enter the classroom at 8:00 instead of 8:15.
And I laid the ground rules:
If you want to enter early, just come straight to the room. No need to attract attention.
- Once you’re here, school work comes first.
- If school work is completed, there might be classroom ‘chores’ that are completely optional.
- Quiet conversation is encouraged.
So yes, I should have probably checked with Mrs. Nix first, but this was one of those ‘easier to ask forgiveness than get permission’ moments. And I kept envisioning those rained-on, drowned-rat kids.
We’ll see how this plays out…