The Home Stretch
Well the end of the school year is just around the corner. Ten days. TEN DAYS! In honor of a ten day count down I thought I would stop and reflect on ten things I have learned from the past 170 school days. All conversations depicted in this post are completely true.
1. Pencils suck. I absolutely abhor them. Nothing disrupts a class like the errrrrrrrrrr of the pencil sharpener at the back of the room or "Miss Beach, I don't have a pencil." "Umm, how have you been doing your work for the past hour and a half?" *blank stares*
2. No matter how stressful a day was it all fades away when the bell rings at 3:35. And if it doesn't Moe's is on the way home.
3. If you turn your back for even a second, handmade clay turtles get smashed, erasers get jammed into the pencil sharpener (did I mention I hate pencils), and someone will get slapped. All of this happened just today actually.
4. Honest students are my favorite. "Yeah I flipped him off; he called me a nerd and I threw a marker at him cause he's weird."
5. I am a sucker for big sad eyes and a probably less than sincere apology. "Miss Beach, I didn't mean to rip your curtains down. Please don't call my mom." "Okay."
6. Fifth graders know a lot about online dating and my relationship status is of keen interest to them. "You should just post a picture of yourself on instagram and hashtag single and ready to mingle."
7. I am way out of touch with the hip vernacular. "That yeti told me to squad up." I'm sorry what?
8. I read somewhere before I started teaching, sometimes it gets worse before it gets better. Sometimes it just gets worse. TRUTH. The struggle is real (something else I learned from my students) y'all.
9. I learned how to enjoy small victories. "Chry? Oh you meant to spell try. Okay I get it ch and tr kind of sound the same. Good job."
10. Lastly, I learned to survive. While in Lebanon we frequently asked each other if we were thriving or just surviving. Honestly, I haven't found my place of thriving yet but I can say I survived...well almost.
10 days left.
1. Pencils suck. I absolutely abhor them. Nothing disrupts a class like the errrrrrrrrrr of the pencil sharpener at the back of the room or "Miss Beach, I don't have a pencil." "Umm, how have you been doing your work for the past hour and a half?" *blank stares*
2. No matter how stressful a day was it all fades away when the bell rings at 3:35. And if it doesn't Moe's is on the way home.
3. If you turn your back for even a second, handmade clay turtles get smashed, erasers get jammed into the pencil sharpener (did I mention I hate pencils), and someone will get slapped. All of this happened just today actually.
4. Honest students are my favorite. "Yeah I flipped him off; he called me a nerd and I threw a marker at him cause he's weird."
5. I am a sucker for big sad eyes and a probably less than sincere apology. "Miss Beach, I didn't mean to rip your curtains down. Please don't call my mom." "Okay."
6. Fifth graders know a lot about online dating and my relationship status is of keen interest to them. "You should just post a picture of yourself on instagram and hashtag single and ready to mingle."
7. I am way out of touch with the hip vernacular. "That yeti told me to squad up." I'm sorry what?
8. I read somewhere before I started teaching, sometimes it gets worse before it gets better. Sometimes it just gets worse. TRUTH. The struggle is real (something else I learned from my students) y'all.
9. I learned how to enjoy small victories. "Chry? Oh you meant to spell try. Okay I get it ch and tr kind of sound the same. Good job."
10. Lastly, I learned to survive. While in Lebanon we frequently asked each other if we were thriving or just surviving. Honestly, I haven't found my place of thriving yet but I can say I survived...well almost.
10 days left.
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