First of all, my life has been so crazy busy with last-minute work projects, grading papers, and just life in general. Still, I miss reading my favorite blogs, and life does not feel right when I don’t write, at least once a week. So I am hiding in a corner, away from the hustle and bustle, so I can take a few minutes to write about a funny, almost accident in my sixth-grade class yesterday.
My day started out on a good note, even woke up early. After my morning routine and spending some time to cuddle with my furbabies, I left for work half an hour earlier than normal. Thankfully, I would have extra time to catch up on all the five-paragraph essays and the group project powerpoint presentations about the similarities and differences between Red Pandas and Giant Pandas.
Yes, I have known for a while now, I lead an “exciting” life. More often than not, I have felt like that cliche spinster teacher that lives by herself in a house filled with stray cats, except in my case I have mini doxies. Even my own daughter calls me the crazy doxie lady. Sigh.
Anyway, after grading for an hour and a half, nice to have a first-period plan, I made a huge dent to the stack of endless essays. By the time the bell rang for the second hour, I felt quite adept since the pile of papers began to disappear.
Once my second-hour kids arrived, I greeted them at the door. After taking attendance, we began our morning assignment on vocabulary and context clues. While the students worked, I moved around the room to see if anyone needed any clarification on the assignment. My room is one of the smaller rooms in the building, but I do not want to relocate. It’s cozy. Since it is a tight squeeze, I had to maneuver around the myriad of backpacks that lined each aisle. While walking down one row, I tripped on a backpack and fell forward and grabbed the desk closet to me. The little guy that sits there looks up and smiles. He is usually quiet and shy, but after his comment, I believed he was coming out of his shell.
I looked at his little face as I steadied myself and begin to stand upright once again. “I almost landed in your lap,” I told the kid.
Without skipping a beat my once timid student looked up and asked, “So, what do you want for Christmas this year?”
The class and I roared with laughter! Our “Santa” blushed with pleasure and smiled since we all enjoyed his humor.
This job may not be the best paying job, and the hours may be crazy long, and my summers “off” may be filled with curriculum revisions and professional development workshops and college classes; still, I enjoy spending time with kids. So what if I have become that old woman teacher that lives alone with mini doxies; my job has given me endless satisfaction and immense joy as I watch my little ones grow, and no one can put a price on that.