It had been five months since our last day of school. Today we’d find out how the time apart had changed us.
I began a Nanowrimo journey with my seventh grade class. A week in, I can proudly say, it has succeeded far beyond my wildest dreams.
It happens every year. For the students it hits the second week of May. I’m able to hold off the contagion until the third week, and then my brain falls victim of a fatigue that makes no sense at all. People call it, “The End of the Year Tired.”
The strongest tell tale sign of puberty is the voice. A drop in range makes the voice easier to hear so less force is required to project the sound. Fortunately, the kids don’t realize this so I hear every secret they try to hide. And the look of surprise, when confronted with the knowledge that they were thinking of ditching 4th hour is priceless.
In three week this relatively relaxed and, actually, kind of bored teacher will return to her professional calling which is the interesting life of middle school. Which means I will return to the days of goofy boys who think it’s funny to throw folded bits of post it […]
This was our week to go to the library. Every time, before we visit the library I teach and sometimes reteach my students appropriate library behavior. When I don’t chaos ensues. Apparently as time progressed, and I didn’t, the concept of library and amusement park became synonymous in […]
Girlfriends, remember when we were kids and our moms made the pigtails too tight? Yeah it was one of those headaches. Except, my hair is curly, so I couldn’t take out the ponytail. If I did, we’d have a Macy Gray situation on our hands.
What happened next I can now laugh about because I’m sharing the story, but at the time left me butt hurt.
It is easy to think correctly, however following through can be an entirely different story. Trust me I know. My mind knows how to eat in a way that would help me get down to a size 8. My taste buds say that size 12 food is better. Thus far, the mind is not winning the argument.
This weekend I went with a group of our National Junior Honor Society (NJHS) students to volunteer at a horse refuge. Anybody that knows me, knows it wasn’t for my strength, or knowledge of animals. This writer is good at making people laugh, and seeing the beauty in […]