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So, I don't know the proper way to kill a cockroach, but Lois and I have devised our own method and it seems to work remarkably. Anytime we see a roach, one of us screams like a girl (typical, really) and the other one comes running saying, "what, what, what is it?" Last night I found one in my bathroom and tried to drop a heavy shoe on it. Well, that failed and it scampered off to the corner...so by the time Lois got there I was standing in the bathtub looking for it...our method of killing roaches? Raid wasp spray. Trust me, it works like magic. It shoots out powerfully so even though they can move pretty fast, they aren't expecting it and can't get away from it. And it basically drowns them in it, no matter how big they are! The only downside, it makes my bathroom smell like raid for awhile. So far I've used this on two roaches and a spider that was literally 3 inches in diameter and BLACK....this was not a daddy-longlegs, this was nasty McGee. Don't worry, the raid worked like a charm because I wouldn't get within 10 feet of that nasty thing.

Okay, this has to be a quick post, I want to get to school early. Friday's are always so crazy because lesson plans for the next week are due so I have to finish them, get them printed, and have my class ready to go for the day or have it ready to go for the next week. I'm not sure if my class is getting any better...we have a hard time listening to directions and I feel like all I do is shout, but I'm working on other ways to get their attention and keep their attention. I'm finding that the majority of my class does what I want, but there are about half a dozen that keep me on my toes all.day.long.

Let's talk about one girl. This girls momma told me the day before school started that "she bad." Well, so did every other momma. However, this woman wasn't lying. She is the smallest, most petite thing...but she is ALWAYS the one hitting, pinching, pushing other kids. And she does it in a way that no one can catch her at (under the table, in line, etc). Last week during centers I was missing a ton of play dough at one of the tables. I had my assistant check her pockets (knowing she has had things of mine in the past) and sure enough there is a huge ball of play-dough and some magnetic letters from the table before that. WTF, who steals play dough. Okay...other things, a couple of days later I am missing 4 bags of magnetic letters that we use at one of the tables. I can't find them ANYWHERE during my planning period. I decide I'll tear apart my room the next morning. Since I had one of the kids put them away, I figured they just hadn't ended up in the same spot that I put them in. Nope, they were gone, not in my room, not in the school. This week I talked to her mother and she tells me that her daughter has been bringing home puzzle pieces, blocks, like 20 pencils, etc. Oh sure enough, all of these things are from my room. I ask her about this the next day, she tells me she took all of that stuff AND my magnetic letters. Well, her momma hasn't seen the letters, but that means her daughter either hid them or got mad and threw them away. OMG, that girl is not going to recess until those letters come back to school and she knows it. The kicker, now that I check her pockets each morning (so she doesn't have candy in class) she stuck an individually wrapped cinnamon roll thing in her pants, like literally next to her hip flexor ALL morning and kept her hand in her pocket to hold it in place. UGH, really???? Yesterday she brought a 6-inch long race car to school in her pocket. Not only am I dealing with a 5 year-old klepto, but a friggin' smart one at that. I'm not sure if I'll ever see my magnets again though. The last thought on this...her momma called me again last night to for warn me that her daughter had stabbed her cousin in the back with a pen and to make sure she can't get ahold of any pens. omggggggggggg. She also told her momma that I am mean, I told her momma that she was right. But seriously, why didn't they warn me about THIS at institute?!