Day 3 in the classroom
I am so tired.
And I had to tell a student "please stop hitting the boy next to you with your ruler" more times than I can count. (Actually, it was probably only like 5 or 6 times. But it felt like more.)
And a student didn't believe that 102 is older than I am.
Another commonly repeated sentence, "Maybe during recess."
And "Not right now, ok? I'm helping (name) right now."
And "You need to be reading."
And "We're not doing that right now."
And I swear I sharpened every kids' pencil at least once because "oops it broke" and tied half of the kids' shoes again because for some reason everyone's shoes come untied during math and reading.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
I know I've said it before, and I know you're probably getting tired of reading it, but I really do love this so much. These kids are amazing, and so smart. They really are great kids.
There was a substitute teacher today. When I was younger, in elementary school, when I would go to school and see that we had a sub, I would freeze. My little self had no idea what to do with this change in routine. Apparently, my grown-up self has the same reaction. When I walked in this morning and saw a different teacher, I was nervous even walking into the classroom. My first thought was that I had walked into the wrong classroom, and I was about to apologize and leave. But I saw the kids' names on their desks. I saw everything familiar, that I've already grown used to seeing, and knew I was in the right place. I was getting nervous and my brain went in to "OH MY GOSH HOW DO I EVEN BREATHE RIGHT NOW I DON'T KNOW" mode. I had to calm myself down without it being apparent that I was internally freaking out. "Kimberly. You need to chill right now. It's fine."
I've been in school. I know how kids act when there's a substitute. But I've never, until today, been on the teacher's side of the equation. It's a strange feeling, so different from anything I've ever known. The kids were so hyper, testing limits and seeing what rules they could get away with breaking. But they're kids. It's what they do. You can't be mad at kids for being kids; you just have to roll with the punches and deal with it the best you can.
I lead my guided reading group while the rest of the class was doing journals. We'd read "Moosling the Hero" last Thursday and we'd discussed the questions I'd written up. Today when we met, we talked about the book again, and then I passed out the question sheets for them to answer (a total of 4 questions). The second one of the boys saw the paper, he gave me the most evil little look. "This is to hard!" he informed me. "It's not hard," I said back to him. "We're going to do it together."
Again, I brought the kids to lunch. And again, told them what good manners they have. I love hearing them tell me "see you after lunch!" They're the sweetest!
They were a little harder to handle today, but overall, it was still a pretty good day.
And I had to tell a student "please stop hitting the boy next to you with your ruler" more times than I can count. (Actually, it was probably only like 5 or 6 times. But it felt like more.)
And a student didn't believe that 102 is older than I am.
Another commonly repeated sentence, "Maybe during recess."
And "Not right now, ok? I'm helping (name) right now."
And "You need to be reading."
And "We're not doing that right now."
And I swear I sharpened every kids' pencil at least once because "oops it broke" and tied half of the kids' shoes again because for some reason everyone's shoes come untied during math and reading.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
I know I've said it before, and I know you're probably getting tired of reading it, but I really do love this so much. These kids are amazing, and so smart. They really are great kids.
There was a substitute teacher today. When I was younger, in elementary school, when I would go to school and see that we had a sub, I would freeze. My little self had no idea what to do with this change in routine. Apparently, my grown-up self has the same reaction. When I walked in this morning and saw a different teacher, I was nervous even walking into the classroom. My first thought was that I had walked into the wrong classroom, and I was about to apologize and leave. But I saw the kids' names on their desks. I saw everything familiar, that I've already grown used to seeing, and knew I was in the right place. I was getting nervous and my brain went in to "OH MY GOSH HOW DO I EVEN BREATHE RIGHT NOW I DON'T KNOW" mode. I had to calm myself down without it being apparent that I was internally freaking out. "Kimberly. You need to chill right now. It's fine."
I've been in school. I know how kids act when there's a substitute. But I've never, until today, been on the teacher's side of the equation. It's a strange feeling, so different from anything I've ever known. The kids were so hyper, testing limits and seeing what rules they could get away with breaking. But they're kids. It's what they do. You can't be mad at kids for being kids; you just have to roll with the punches and deal with it the best you can.
I lead my guided reading group while the rest of the class was doing journals. We'd read "Moosling the Hero" last Thursday and we'd discussed the questions I'd written up. Today when we met, we talked about the book again, and then I passed out the question sheets for them to answer (a total of 4 questions). The second one of the boys saw the paper, he gave me the most evil little look. "This is to hard!" he informed me. "It's not hard," I said back to him. "We're going to do it together."
Again, I brought the kids to lunch. And again, told them what good manners they have. I love hearing them tell me "see you after lunch!" They're the sweetest!
They were a little harder to handle today, but overall, it was still a pretty good day.
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