It's April, and April means that we are only ONE six-weeks away from summaaaaaah! If I can make it six more weeks, then I will have looked my first year of teaching in the eye and kicked in the throat. I wish I had the stamina to run up a flight of steps Rocky-style, but seeing as how this year has added 20 lbs. to my formerly fabulous physique (ha), and I've battled three rounds of bronchitis, I think I'll hold off on that.
Teaching is an adventure. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
If you aren't a fan of emotional rollercoasters, then you should step out of line and go to the spinning teacups because this ride ain't for suckas. But it's fun. Lawdy, it can be fun. In fact, every day is a bit like that awkward feeling you get when watching Jerry Springer. You want to look away, but 1) you're a tinsy bit afraid and 2) you really don't want to look away.
In honor of my near completion of my rookie year, I'm going to start a series about teaching because my life is already consumed with it. Might as well roll with it. Here goes. Enjoy.
The Room-Smell Game
At first, this annoyed me. In fact, it drove me nuts. Now, it's my own personal game to guess what the winning smell will be.
Let me explain.
Every single period has at least one kid who enters the classroom, and without so much as a 'Sup', decides what the room smells like on that given day.
Last Friday was Tootsie Rolls and puke. Those days are my favorite.
