I just spent three hours making an autobiographical movie on my laptop for tomorrow's lesson, and then I deleted it accidentally and had to start again. Oh, well.
I had to intervene when an 8th grader (who tried to stab a classmate with a knife last year) grabbed one of my sixth graders around the neck in the hall. Funny how the worst behavior problems I have were because of the victim of this attack. Once I bailed him out he went from "Mr. G trifflin'" to "Mr. G, can you walk me to the front door?"
Never fear, that kid will put another airplane in my ceiling tomorrow. But I will win him over, and his table of ruthlessly chatty compatriots.
I'm starting to have fun, but I am overwhelmed with work.