I did it, guys. I survived January. And not only survived, but I had fun inside that madhouse of a month.
And I finished the long-term substitute teaching business. It was nearly every day of 2 months, and some kids were growing tired of me, and to a lesser extent, I of (a few of) them… but on my last day, look. Look what I got from someone I can’t name (because I don’t know who sent it).
I ask you, does it get any cuter than that? And does my life require much beyond a little overstated praise now and then? No, no it does not. So, thank you, unnamed kid at the high school. You have brought me gladness. Loads. (Also, proper use of “You’re” — so, I love you. Whoever you are, I love you.)
And this marks the third morning of Not Teaching, and the third morning of Writing Instead. And ideas are coming faster than words, but hey — that’s okay since words will arrive to follow the ideas, whereas sometimes the words come by themselves, and just trust me, it’s better when those pesky words have Idea Chaperones to keep them on task and out of trouble.
And so it goes, day by day, word by word, class by class, moving right along. Feeling grateful for the days that don’t move quite so fast as some of the others. Holding on tight to moments and minutes and happies.
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I bet you were the best sub teacher!!! How fun. Good luck with the writing. I love when words just flow. 😉
I bet you were the best sub teacher!!! How fun. Good luck with the writing. I love when words just flow. 😉
If my little home school kids are ever the right age to be in a class that you are long term substituting, I will put them in school for your class. Because you are that great.
If my little home school kids are ever the right age to be in a class that you are long term substituting, I will put them in school for your class. Because you are that great.