It is no secret that I am not an Elementary Ed. I'm not going to pretend, the whole lack of personal space thing freaks me out and I have a strange feeling that I am trying to manage chaos instead of teach anybody anything of substance. I never knew how fortunate I had it teaching Freshmen and Sophomores until I realized that 1st graders don't necessarily know how to read. This week, however, I have 2nd graders. They are a lot more enjoyable, but there are some drawbacks. Today I left my knitting unattended, and by the time I came back to it, I noticed a little boy 'helped out' on the Christmas present I was making. It took me 5 minutes to figure out what he did and fix it.
On a similar note, my dog is not an Elementary Ed.'s dog either. Today we were walking to the office, as usual, and the 3rd graders were outside enjoying the weather eating their snack. She goes up to one of the kids she had never met before, took a bite out of the kid's sandwich, and ran off. The poor kid just looked confused. I felt awful! I went back to my classroom and popped her some pop corn.
Their innocence is a beautiful thing, though. I've got a kid who is thrilled about being a whale this Friday in a class play. I couldn't PAY a freshman to be a whale. (Is it worth switching to Elementary, though?)
(I keep wondering how my mother, sister, sister-in-law, et al do/did it.)
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