If someone asked me to sum my year up so far this year I think I would have to say unusual…weird….out of the ordinary…down right peculiar.
I have had things that have happened this year that I have never been subjected to before.
Maybe it’s because it’s my 13th year teaching. Maybe it’s because I’m a little older. Or maybe it’s because we expect so much from these young ones today. Or it could be that not enough is expected of them.
I don’t know what it is or why it is, but this year is…different.
This year I have had a child suspended…twice, never happened to one of mine before.
This year I have had a child that has had been paddled by the principal.
This year I have had wet pants, muddy pants (and by mud I do not mean the kind that starts on the outside).
This year I have had children crying, lying, stealing, stalking, nonresponsive, throw tantrums and overly whiney.
This year I have had a boy ripped from my room (and loving foster family) a sent back to his home state and a reservation he knew nothing about.
This year I have cried.
This year I have amazing writers.
This year I have kids that love poetry.
This year I have had children that learn math facts in no time.
This year I have kids that love to dance.
This year I have had kids that have gone from not knowing letters and sounds to reading on a second and third grade level.
This year I have had kids that hug me daily and love me as I love them.
This year I have laughed.
This year has been a year unlike no other, and it’s only half over.
And tomorrow… I get a new child…