Busy busy

Okay I guess it's time for my bi-monthly blog update. I had a great birthday. Mom and Sam came in town a couple weekends before and it was so much fun. The best part was Saturday night. Mom, Sam, Chris, and I went to Holy Smoke (a really yummy bbq place), and then to a pool hall until 9, when they kicked minors out. Then Chris dropped Mom and me off at Jerry's Bait Shop (a bar in downtown Lee's Summit) for some drinks. We had a little too much fun, but it was a blast. Earlier that day, Mom and I went shopping, and then drove all around town for my birthday present...a Wii! I used birthday money from mom and family. It has definitely gotten a lot of use. I've had a Wii Fit for a while from when I lived at home and used Sam's Wii, so I've been trying to stick to some sort of an exercise routine. I'm doing the Biggest Loser thing at school. Today was our first weigh-in since the beginning and I'm happy to report that I did not have to pay. Granted, that was because I stayed the same, but it's better than gaining right? Chris and I have also been addicted to Animal Crossing. We found this forum online for other players and have been visiting other people's towns. I know, we're dorks.

Today, I started out with a cranky student. I gave him a vocab quiz, which he knew about. He pretty much bombed it, and when I told him he really needed to study his words harder, he told me that I didn't tell him to study. Umm...kid, you're in 6th grade. If a teacher tells you you have a quiz, that means study. I know kids with hearing impairments take things very literally, but he should know by now that he should study for a quiz. He continued to give me attitude the rest of the morning. When he didn't know what he was supposed to be doing, he just sat at his desk. When he couldn't find the paper with the assignment, he came back and sat some more. I was really torn on how much help I should give him. I can't hold his hand...if I do, it's a disservice because he won't advocate for himself. But then if I don't help, it's a disservice because he misses out. In the end, I did not help him and he ran out of time. He didn't seem to want much help, but that could just be the way I interpreted it, since we were both frustrated by then. I'm only there for 45 minutes in the morning. What does he do when he misses the directions the rest of the day? I can only do so much. We'll try again on Wednesday when I see him again.

Well, I should get to bed. Transition meeting tomorrow and writing an IEP that I should have worked on more tonight.