Valentines Day Party:
We had a
Valentines day party. The activity was frosting and decorating heart shaped
sugar cookies. It was awesome! We had like 10 different kinds of candy to
decorate with, and the kids absolutely loved it! They had a ball decorating
their cookies. The problem arose when the kids had to take turns going to the
I had set
up a table in back with the cookies, frosting, plates and all the little
decorating candies. There was only enough room for three kids at a time to be
there. I chose three kids at a time to go back, and made my selections based on
behavior, so they decorated in an order of best to worst behaved kids. The
order started with Lindsay, Peter and The New Kid and would end with Brad,
Jamal and Augusta.
freaked Augusta, causing him to assume there would be slim pickings on the
candy. He was pissed off. He was so pissed off and concerned about the candy usage,
that he took it upon himself to monitor, from his desk, each students decorating
the other kids in my class would ever think this way. They would be pissed
because they had to wait so long to make their cookie, but never would it occur
to them to be pissed at the depletion of candy. There was heaps and mounds of
candy on that back table. Ten plates full of different candy; we weren't going
to run out if there had been fifteen Augustas decorating cookies.
this, but Augusta didn't. He watched each kids cookies like a greedy hawk,
constantly commenting about using too much candy. It was pissing me off because
they kids were having a good time doing a special activity.
warned him to pipe down a few different times before he called Tom a "fat
pig" for using lots of candy on his cookie, and eating some while he
decorated. I sent him out to sit in the hall. Right before it would have been
his turn to make a cookie, the office buzzed my room, informing me that
Augusta's mother was in the office to pick him up early, and I was to send him
down ready to go home.
my day. All his worrying had been done in vain, and in the end, he would have no
cookie to eat.
out to the hall to tell him to get his stuff and go down to the office, his
mother was here to get him. He refuses to go. I went back in the room and packed
all his stuff up for him. I then went out to the hall to give it to him. He
refused to take it, so I put it on the floor next to him. He refused to get up,
to walk down the office, etc.
him out of there. He was being rude and disobedient. He wouldn't go. This is
when Riti Sped forms a brilliant plan.
remember that Augusta had really enjoyed the play Hansel and Gretel that we had
seen two weeks earlier. I gave my aide a bag of Hershey Kisses. She went out to
the hall and laid them out in a scattered trail, leading to the office. I give
Augusta a paper sack, and tell him there is a trail of treats laid out that will
lead him to a prize. He jumps up and snatches the bag out of my hand. I had
never before seen him move his big ass so fast.
furiously picking up the chocolates. He was like a police dog searching for
drugs. My aide followed Augusta out and all the way to the office. I needed her
there in the end, as I knew he would be upset and accuse me of lying. He gets to
the office where his mom is waiting. He completely ignores her, and inquires
about the location of his prize. "Well it is your mom Augusta, she is your
special prize!" my aide happily announces to him.
not like this one bit. He starts bitching out his mom in front of the entire
office staff. He was saying things like she was to buy him a bag of cookies, and
that she ruined his plan for his cookie.
finally calmed down when his mom agreed to buy him his OWN ice cream pie from
Baskin Robbins that he would not have to share with anybody.
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