The Drama Queen
Every classroom has one of these. No matter what she says to me, it always comes out as a whine.
"I hafta go to the BATHrooooom!"
"Miss M, I can't find the PAAA-aaage..."
"I TRIED to look for my crayons but I can't FIND themmmm..."
"She's looooooking at meeeeee!!!"
If there's one thing I can't stand, it's whining. It's like fingernails on a chalkboard to me. And she is the absolute champion. She's a good kid... a wonderful reader, sharp as a tack. But that whining has to go. Everything is drama for her. And when there's no drama, she has to create some. It's very difficult not give her attention when she starts getting dramatic. I hate to ignore her when she whines, but she leaves me no choice. I know of no other way to break that habit.
He did two years time in kindergarten. It didn't help. He's a year older than the rest of my kids and it's starting to show. He's bored with everything I do, he's too cool to sing or dance or get excited about stuffed animals, and he falls asleep at his desk pretty much every morning. He can't read even the most basic sight words.
And he's one of those kids whose always losing something. He lost his homework copybook three times since September. He lost his word ring twice (possibly on purpose, because he hates reading it to me). He leaves his pencil case at home at least 3 days a week.
He failed his eye test two years in a row, and his mom (who drops her kids off at school in her pajamas and slippers) finally got him glasses. He wore them the first week of school. Then their attendance was sporadic, at best. One day, a few months ago, I said, "Hey Joe, where are your glasses today?" He shrugged (he's a big fan of the apathetic shrug). "They're at home," he replied. "What are they doing at home?" I asked him. "Taking a rest," he answered. Of course. Silly me.
So he had them for awhile... until one day two weeks ago. "Where are your glasses?" I asked. "I left them at my mom's friend's house." And they were lost in that black hole for two weeks. I sent home three "friendly reminders." The nurse sent a note. Just as I was getting ready to call home, he showed up with his glasses. When he put them on, I made a big fuss, told him how handsome he looked in them. Four hours later, the nose pad fell off of the glasses. He took them home to "get fixed," and they haven't been back since. I don't expect them to make an appearance anytime soon.
I worry about Joe. I can't hold him back anymore (one retention per child is all you get in Catholic school), and he's light years behind my other kids. I put his name in for testing, but it's been my experience that first graders don't get tested until at least Spring. What can I do for him in the meantime?