Is it June yet?
In case, you haven’t caught up with my blog in a while, or…um…ever before, you might not know that I am a high school teacher and a proud momma of two little ones. I have always said that I do not understand kids at all until they turn about 13. Most other parents likely cringe at the thought of their children going through the teen years, but I honestly have no idea what to do or say to most 3-year olds. I just don’t have that piece of DNA in me that makes me want to sit on the floor and play with Play Doh.
I “get” teenagers. I don’t always like them. But, I get them.
It is nearly June. And, if you have never taught you don’t know how much you just kinda want to get away from these kids by this point in the year.
I spent some time in a “real job” in an office. I hated it. HATED IT. But, I have to say that I never wanted to get the fuck away from my coworkers with quite the same desperate passion as I truly want to get away from students after 9 months together.
My coworkers never complained that “someone farted.” And, they never broke my box fan during a before-class wrestling match that involved a disagreement over a purple pen. They also never surrounded my desk and yelled my name at me over and over again even though I was clearly talking with someone else. Their parents never called me to scream at me, threatening to have me fired since they “pay my salary.” I never broke up a fist fight between my coworkers. My office was always air-conditioned. I got an hour for lunch at my office (not the 12 minutes I end up with by the time I microwave leftovers, find something to drink, go down the hall to the lounge and sit down). I could pee whenever I wanted. I never had to repeat what I wanted others to do, like, a MILLION times. My day started at a normal time, not 7:06. No one ever threatened to slash my tires. No one ever looked me in the face and said, “I am going to fucking kill you, bitch.”
Now, don’t get me wrong: I 100%, without question love my work. There is absolutely nothing I would rather be doing. I did some soul searching while at that terrible office job. I bought a book called “What Should I Do With My Life?” in the hopes that it would tell me what to do with my life. It didn’t help one damn bit. But, I did end up back in a classroom and it was the best goddamn decision I have made in a very, very long time.
I happen to have 102 children. I complain about them all the time. But, I do still love them.
But, now it is your turn to deal with them for a few months. Get me outta here.