I visited my son's first grade classroom today to be guest reader.
Yes.
I did.
Stop laughing.
It went a little something like this.
"You WERE a teacher? What do you do now?" hmmm. I don't know. Sit around and eat bon bons all day?
"I got my yellow belt last night. My mom said it cost 1000 dollars." Note to self . . . that family is in the karate clique. Hope that Ethan never picks a fight with yellow belt boy.
"Why is it so cold?" Because Mother Nature appears to be in menopause this year.
"My mom said no flip flops today." Really? I didn't know that, but I did hear that Starbucks has their Pumpkin Spice Latte up and running, so there's that.
"What's that?" Oh no? What??
"That!" Oh! That! It's a not a tumor !(Thank you Arnold Schwarzenagger.) Wear your sunscreen though. Definitely wear your sunscreen.
Skeletons can't drink. Really? Well neither can your teacher while she is here, although I am pretty sure that if it was me, I would be driven to drink each and every day of the school year.
So, dear Mrs. K of first grade, I salute you my dear lady.
I was toast after 15 minutes, and you do it every day, all day.
You are a saint.
Thanks.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
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Kindergarten teachers certainly have to be "called" to their jobs, otherwise they'd all run screaming by the end of the first day!
ReplyDeleteDid you get to read the book or was it 30 minutes of Q & A with Ethan's mom? :)
ReplyDeleteMy good friend that teaches K could never understand how I managed the 17 year olds. I thought she was nuts! At least mine knew how to spell their name and tie their own shoes!
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