"I didn't know y'all lived together!"

It's been a long time since I last posted.  I've had quite a bit going on this semester, and I've had to make some adjustments.  I've had to adjust to being a wife, teaching honors kids, and I had to cope with the loss of my sexy granny.  Needless to say, I haven't felt like or had much time to blog about my precious children.  I think I've gotten my life in order and I'm ready for action!  Here we go!!

Over the summer I got married. Yay!  I married my high school sweetheart, best friend, and coworker.  I went from being Miss G to Mrs. Scott.  This change has brought about a lot of excitement from the kids, old and new.  My kids this year had my brother-in-law last year for English and they had my mother-in-law for a principal in the 6th grade.  Last year's group of kids swore up and down they knew we were going to get married and were upset because we lied to them about not dating.  Um, #1 we weren't and #2 why are you in my business?  Naturally, they have been full of questions about us.  My favorite question, that I've been asked more than once, is "So, now that you and Coach Scott are married do y'all live together?"  No, we don't live together.  We weren't ready to make that much of a commitment.  Maybe next year.  Silly kids...

Every year I am fortunate enough to teach a very special group of students whom I hold very near and dear to my heart.  I get to teach the repeaters.  With each passing year, the kids have gotten progressively worse; however, this particular group of kids has surprised me.  They actually work without a lot of pushing from me.  It may all be wrong but at least they work.  Last year's kids did jack squat.  And I've even learned a few things from them, mostly illegal things like how to pick locks, roll a joint, and what the new ways to get high are but hey, at least I'm learning... Right?  It's amazing how comfortable they feel with me.  They also know I'll punch them in the throat if they get in trouble.  For example, on Friday one of my sweet babies decided he was going to attempt to skip school.  Of course he was caught.  Who caught him? I did.  He didn't know I spotted and reported him though.  Anyway, after school I saw him as I was leaving.  He immediately dropped his head and said he was sorry.  He already knew I wasn't happy with him without me having to say anything. 

This year has shown me the importance of having a relationship with your students and having their respect.  My kids knew I loved my granny with every fiber of my being.  They knew that her death tore me to pieces.  The Beta Club sold pink ribbons in honor of breast cancer awareness month.  My homeroom alone bought over 100 ribbons in honor of my granny.  It was such a blessing to see them pull their money together to do something that #1 honored my sweet granny and #2 showed me that they're there for me no matter what.  They showered me with cards, hugs, and kind words as I grieved.  It made going back to school a lot easier.  They even made me a card to hang on my wall:

I cried like a baby when they presented this to me.  It's moments like that that make me love what I do despite the foolishness displayed below:

Did you notice the misspelling of bitch?  My kids asked me if I was upset by this.  I laughed and told them no.  Why would I be upset?  The kid couldn't even spell bitch.  Some insult...

That's enough updating for tonight.  I'm going to try my very bestest (yeah, I said bestest) to remember all the other foolishness that has taken place in Room 300 so I can share it with all of you wonderful people:).  Until then, good night!