From the first week of school:
*While reading a story about pythons on the reading carpet, a felt a tap on my knee and looked down into Andy*’s mischievous grin. “Hey, teacher, do you want to see a python in real life?” “Um, I don’t know,” I hedged. “Because if you do, I’ve got one RIGHT HERE,” he continued, pointing with a flourish to his tiny curled bicep. I tried to look impressed, hoping he didn’t notice I was choking on a laugh.
*Little Kyra was in tears, and I was the duty teacher on the playground. “What’s wrong?” I asked, and she informed me that she only had “one friend in this whole school, and she’s playing with somebody else!” I told her that she might only know one person so far, but that there were lots of girls in our class that would love to be friends with her. As if on cue, sweet, quiet Brandy, who had overheard us, stepped forward and said, “Hey, I want to be your friend, Kyra! Let’s go play on the slides.” And off they went. I just stood there with my eyes tearing up, full of sweet gladness at being witness to such a moment. I can see already that my students aren’t the only ones who will be learning a lot this year.
*Caleb brought Tiny Tiger to school for Show and Tell on Friday. He told the kids a little about where he got him, and then delivered what he clearly considered the coup de grace: “Watch what he can do!” And with that, he seized Tiny Tiger’s tail and used it to execute a complex series of what I know were karate moves, complete with whipshot sound effects. The kids laughed (and so did I, I admit.) Caleb’s face creased in consternation as he admonished, “Guys, don’t laugh! This is serious business!”
*After school on Thursday, as I stayed to finish up my prep for the next day, Caleb asked me if he could have some more of the Skittles I use to reward the kids for good behavior at the end of class. I said no. “Uh oh, Mom,” he said, “You just broke the Number One Caleb Rule. It’s give Caleb whatever he wants all the time. You get an ‘F’.”
So I survived the first week of school, but I got an F. Look at it this way: At least there’s room for improvement.
*Names of kindergarteners have been changed to thwart the papparazzi.