Sorry, I need a moment:
Hold me.
Anygay, I had to lay down the law with my kiddos yesterday. "Look, break begins Wednesday.
You want out. I want out. Let's be happy and make the most of it." They nodded and smiled. There was a sense of kinship there. Yes, this will be an easy week, I started to believe.
And then they went apeshit.
It's a total cabin fever effect. If I had it my way, I would also be running around the room, throwing anything at anyone. Hell, it looks like fun.
But I have to be professional. In years past, I have seen children get in arguments over whose Santa hat was better and a fistfight over who got the last cupcake at a classroom holiday party (I settled that by taking it from them and eating it right then and there. It was delicious.). My nine year-olds don't get in such scuffles, but their energy and anticipation over the holidays is contagious. It came to a point where I was convinced Santa was going to bring me Rock Band, too. Something tells me I will be disappointed Christmas morn'.
Going back home can be a sobering experience. My family resides in Florida, where no snow is to be found as well as no Democrats. It's a total escape- one that I welcome. I don't have to raise my voice (unless I get into a political throw down with the pops) and can just sit idly around as I am fed until my stomach wants to explode.
I look forward to it this year because it comes at a time where I truly enjoy what I'm doing. In years past, I wasn't entirely happy with where I was. I was either doing a terrible job with my students or did not feel content with where my life was going. Now, I don't have those same feelings. It has been a good year thus far, and I'm going home more level-headed. As level-headed as one can be at my decrepit age.
So...I have six days of food, family, and friends ahead of me. I'll come back rested and ready for the little ones to once again make me laugh.
Going back home can be a sobering experience. My family resides in Florida, where no snow is to be found as well as no Democrats. It's a total escape- one that I welcome. I don't have to raise my voice (unless I get into a political throw down with the pops) and can just sit idly around as I am fed until my stomach wants to explode.
I look forward to it this year because it comes at a time where I truly enjoy what I'm doing. In years past, I wasn't entirely happy with where I was. I was either doing a terrible job with my students or did not feel content with where my life was going. Now, I don't have those same feelings. It has been a good year thus far, and I'm going home more level-headed. As level-headed as one can be at my decrepit age.
So...I have six days of food, family, and friends ahead of me. I'll come back rested and ready for the little ones to once again make me laugh.
"[I've seen students] fistfight over who got the last cupcake at a classroom holiday party (I settled that by taking it from them and eating it right then and there. It was delicious.)."
ReplyDeleteTHAT IS THE BEST SENTENCE EVER. I was laughing out loud at my desk - an infectious laughter that, once I read that quote, spread to my coworkers.