Given the two month absence from the blogosphere (if that’s a word), it may have seemed I disappeared. Sorry to ruin your day, but I did not. Just like Gloria Gaynor, I survived. I made it through my first year as a teacher.
Today is Monday, June 12th. It’s 9:42 AM. Normall I would be in my planning period. However, I woke up this morning, I’m sitting in pajamas, and realizing I’m done. Now I’m bored. I have a whole summer to catch up. But it’s weird. I actually miss being in class. I miss the kids. I guess seeing them everyday affected me. WHAT THE HELL DID THEY DO TO ME!!! Did they infect me with some mental/emotional bird flu?
Who knew that teaching a bunch of wild seniors and ruthless freshmen would be so rewarding. I think I’m now qualified to teach in some inner-city juvenile prison… or work with baboons at the San Diego Zoo. Either way, both groups throw shit at you. Granted I had my share of energy laced empty skulled teens, I did have some wonderful students as well. These are the ones whom I hope keep in touch.
Looking forward to next year, I won’t be teaching Geography or Government. I can’t say I’m saddened. However, I can say I almost soiled my pants in joy at learning I’d be teaching all World History I classes. Yes, I may have the worst freshmen every, but at least I’ll have them in a subject I’ll enjoy. We historians love dealing with dead people. Otherwise we’d just be your average supermarket tabloid journalists. Ancient history is my cup of tea, and I hope to make everyone else excited about it as well.
But I still miss my kids. I keep calling them “kids” even though I was only 5-6 years older than my seniors. That would make them less “kidlike” and more “little brotherish”. Ahhh… maybe I’ll see some of them this summer at the carnival or Walmart. We all know what a hangout Walmart can be!