Teaching is crazy. It is stressful, you have to think on your feet, things never go as planned, it is high stakes, people always need you, and there is always more work to be done. But it's totally worth it because of the kids. When you like them, and like teaching them, they make teaching rewarding. My students make me laugh everyday. Everyday, they do something that lets me know they appreciate me, even if they didn't do it on purpose. I love reading the funny things that my friend shares on her blog, the things that keep her going despite the craziness. So I'm going to try and remember to write more of them down. Which means writing them here and sharing them with you. Maybe even once a week.
From this week, sorry most of them have to do with me being pregnant, my students are obsessed right now:
The really loud group that I walked in on. I told them I could hear them all the way down the hall and rolled my eyes at the giggling pack of girls. One of the boys piped up and said "Shh, guys Mrs. Bybee's here now. You have to be quiet and talk in nice voices around the baby." And they did, for the last 45 minutes of the period, which is unheard of for them.
The boy who leaves lunch 3 minutes early everyday to come to my class so he can get the seat right up front. And give me a piece of gum. Everyday. And no, it's not because I have bad breath. I asked.
The girl who asked if I would name my baby after her, even if it was a boy, just so that I wouldn't forget her in 10 years.
The boy who, on the first day back from break, walked in the room and said "Whoa, your belly is huge!" Then quickly stammered and explained that it wasn't in a bad way, and that I'm really not fat, I'm just "for real pregnant now".
The group that, when we were discussing our weekends on Monday, asked if I had had the baby over weekend. Because I had been pregnant a long time already.
Last week one of my boys asked me if I was craving anything in particular. His mom is pregnant and he was telling me all about her cravings. I told him that I was liking Mexican food, but I didn't know that it was really a craving, because I always like Mexican food. This week, one of my Hispanic students, who I didn't even think was listening, brought me some authentic tamales that they had had for dinner the night before.