Well.....

Well, I've been gone for awhile and now I'm back, only to realize that I don't have that much to write about. Or if I do, I just don't know what it could be. I spent a great week with my family, and my sisters and I kept each other laughing the whole time. Now I'm back to reality. I had a dream about school last night which means that the inevitable is beginning. It's official. Summer vacation is almost over. I only have 2 weeks left, and that really hurts my feelings. I just can't get my mind wrapped around a new group of 4th graders yet, but in time I will...I guess. The more dreams I have the more I'll be thinking about it and so on.

Summer vacation when you're a teacher is just like when you're a kid only you get paid. It's awesome. I love it. Some people think that teachers don't work hard or that they don't have a hard job and then they get summer vacation besides. Well, teachers are one of the hardest working groups of people I know. Our job is often more than 40 hours a week plus all the "stuff" we take home to do. The kids these days come to school with problems I couldn't have fathomed when I was their age. Drugs, alcohol, parents in jail, divorce, poor, abused, etc....I had a child in my class once who saw her uncle shot and killed. She was 7 at the time. When I was 7 the only thing that I had to worry about was what Barbie doll I was going to play with and whether or not I felt like sharing my toys with my sister that day.

I guess that's why I love teaching. I always have a group who needs to be cared for and loved. I'm not saying I've loved having every single kid because that would be a lie, but for the most part I've become attached to my classes and they to me. I get a lot of requests from parents each year for their "little Johnny" to be in my room. That makes me proud, but also a little worried sometimes. I have to live up to their expectations and I don't know if I always do. Oh well, I do my best, I try hard and I pray every day. That's what keeps me going.

I guess that's the best I can write for now. Sorry. Read Ode to the Chicken Breast. It's funny (in my opinion).