Writing A.D.D.

I have been working on three story ideas for grad school. They are still in the beginning. I write notes some sentences here and there then work on a little outline. They are decent ideas, and I do need to turn in three stories to Iowa. I wish I could just focus on one, but I must do three. This should be good and then for my other schools I have three to choose from to send in... Wait a minute... That could be good or bad thing... hahaha.

Now, I have a bigger problem. It all started with a dream I had about two nights ago. It was very interesting. I thought about it all day and now it is turning into a story. A more exciting story and a story that can't be less than 30 pages. Also I'm sure that grad schools wouldn't want it...

So today that was what I was working on. I'm hoping I'll just put down enough notes so I can just come back to it later in November after I sent in my other stories. Or I guess it could be good to work on a fantasy/zombie book to distract me from the stress. It is good practice anyway. This could help the other stories in the long run. It is much more fun to write about water zombies... heehee.

It really doesn't change... ha

So I've been feeling really proud of myself with the whole VIP lunch thing. Since I wasn't looking forward to 30 minutes of me asking questions and getting one word answers I solved the problem. Lets play a game and talk at the same time! It worked great the kids got into the game and we were able to talk a bit and it wasn't awkward... or so I thought.

I have learned when a teacher comes to talk to me 10 minutes before it is time for me to leave it means trouble. So she comes in and tells me that the principal asked a few students how they like the VIP lunch. They said the game was fun but they wanted more chances to talk... ummmm...

Mayyyyyybe if I was a new teacher I would try something else... haha, but this is the same complaint I get over and over. They want more opportunities to talk with me. I. Am. Tired. Of. This.

I tell my classes at least once a week that I am always in my office after school 4 hours of nothing. I tell them "Come and see me!" Do they? No.

Also they don't talk. Even while we play a game. I ask them questions and some just giggle behind their hand. The don't talk. They want to talk to me?! THEN SAY SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is the same story over and over. Do they realize that if they want to talk they have to talk? Do they know I have over 400 students and I can't just pick a few myself? They have to make an effort. Everything is always done for them. It is time for them to grow up a bit.

Now instead of having fun small talk I have to sit with them and try and make them talk. Ugh longest 30 minutes ever.

My co teacher said, "Just ask them what their dream is." Yeah thanks co teacher... That fills up a whole minute.

Also why is it that when a few complain we listen? Why didn't the principal go with the other students? You can't make everyone happy.