Hey there TB! Thanks for checking in :) The class went well! It was interesting to see how 18 year olds are so different from my 8 year olds. I’m used to squirming little kids who you constantly need to tell not to bounce/play with their hair/play with their neighbor’s hair/tap, poke, or hit each other/run/skip/jump down the stairs/do somersaults on the carpet/scream. I guess somewhere in those 10 years, a lot of that energy disappears, so I had to be that much more animated and excited on Saturday morning to draw them in and get them to participate. The kids themselves are great, and I’m looking forward to getting to know them better over the next several weeks.
Thanks to everyone for your advice and good luck wishes!!
You know that old joke about how if don’t like the weather, wait 10 minutes? Well…yeah…
There are 32 students in my class. I am a little nervous to say the least. I really want this class to be special to them; I want it to be somewhere they look forward to coming, something different from their normal history classroom experience.
So, help me out. Think about your favorite high school or college class/teacher. What did they do that makes them stand out in your mind? Or if you can’t remember, encouraging words are always welcome.
I can’t be the only one this crazy. Or this stressed.
Growing up, our county has laws that prohibited any business that wasn’t deemed “necessary” to be closed on Sunday. That meant that anything besides grocery stores or pharmacies were off limits. While this has its annoyances (especially once I was in high school and started driving), I will forever love the idea of “Sunday” that it created for me.
Saturday was for errands. It was for catching up, running around, and checking things off the To-Do list.
Sundays, though…Sunday was for home, and relaxing, because you couldn’t go anywhere else. It was the day of the week when I woke to the smell of bacon, because my dad had time to cook it. It was for the Sunday New York Times, where each member of my family would claim their favorite section, and actually take the time to read it through. It was for long mornings that stretched into the afternoon. It was for lounge clothes and sweatpants. It was for coziness, an excuse to not have anything else to do.
Sunday remains my favorite day of the week. The day seems to move at a different pace, allowing for reading and laundry and cooking. For having nowhere to go, and not much to do. It’s my nesting day. It’s my day, and today was a perfect one.
Things I Really Want Right Now:
- ginger tea
- chicken noodle soup
- my bed and blankets
- a stocked dvr
Things I Don’t Want Even a Little Bit Right Now:
- grimy kids’ hands anywhere near me
- a cold going around our class
- a day-long field trip tomorrow
- germs. any and all of them.