As I have mentioned before, I really enjoy teaching my kindy...
This is a complete tangent, but I cannot understand why some people would become teachers if they hate teaching children! Maybe they don’t know what they’re getting themselves into, but being a crappy teacher and/or yelling at your children endlessly really does not seem like a mature or appropriate response. I think this is a rant for another day, because I have something else to discuss.
My school has taken my littlest children away from me, and given me an older class. No explanations or warning. Just one day I am teaching them, and the next… I am not.
I know I am a total sap, but it’s only Tuesday, and I miss them. Yes, I play with them in the hallway during my breaks, but it’s not the same. I am not going to say anymore because a long time ago I gave myself two guidelines for blogging:
1) I will not write when I am sad, depressed, recently rejected, and/or have just had an intimate encounter.
2) I will not be impressive.
That second has certainly been a challenge, but I think I can continue to succeed. I will not be cool. I will not be cool.