I hear this 400 times a day, or so it seems. This is my third year with these kids, and I love it. We've got our groove, they know what they can get away with, and i know how to react when they don't. There was a learning curve for me as a teacher. That first year, pregnant, and new, was a challenge. Having to memorized 200+ kids with a jello brain was darn near impossible. That years eighth grade class will always remain dear to my heart. I'm pretty sure they tested me more than any other class, but they were also very sweet, in their hormone filled ways. They definitely made me feel like the "cool" teacher, and conversations had in that class, have not been repeated with their predecessors.
Right before Henry was due, Ebva, a kindergartner came up and said "you know what Mrs. Miller, you're going to bleed, and it's going to hurt." She was right. My favorite still is Eliaz. Eliaz is a little boy with a sweet smile, who rarely takes a breath. He was telling me all about his Thanksgiving. The conversation went like this. "We had Thanksgiving at my grandmas house, and we had turkey and mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie. There was apple pie too. All my brothers, and my sister and my cousins were there. I had a dream last night, but it wasn't like Martin Luther King's, this one was about lasers." How do you top that? .
So yes, teaching rocks, most of the time. I can see the kids improving, and their little minds opening. They impress me. My second graders were looking at the first graders projects, and remarked, "oh, their doing Matisse.". I swooned! They not only remembered the project, but remembered the artist! A's for all of you!!! It's nice to see the kids that struggle in other classes, shine in mine. Some days are harder than others, some classes are harder than others, well, one class is harder than others, but it's all worth it. The problem with being an art teacher, is job security. It's understandably, hard to get parents to pay for school when funds are tights. The end of the year is approaching, and a new a principle is coming in. Fingers crossed I will back here again next year.
What other job do you get this kind of review?
Right before Henry was due, Ebva, a kindergartner came up and said "you know what Mrs. Miller, you're going to bleed, and it's going to hurt." She was right. My favorite still is Eliaz. Eliaz is a little boy with a sweet smile, who rarely takes a breath. He was telling me all about his Thanksgiving. The conversation went like this. "We had Thanksgiving at my grandmas house, and we had turkey and mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie. There was apple pie too. All my brothers, and my sister and my cousins were there. I had a dream last night, but it wasn't like Martin Luther King's, this one was about lasers." How do you top that? .
So yes, teaching rocks, most of the time. I can see the kids improving, and their little minds opening. They impress me. My second graders were looking at the first graders projects, and remarked, "oh, their doing Matisse.". I swooned! They not only remembered the project, but remembered the artist! A's for all of you!!! It's nice to see the kids that struggle in other classes, shine in mine. Some days are harder than others, some classes are harder than others, well, one class is harder than others, but it's all worth it. The problem with being an art teacher, is job security. It's understandably, hard to get parents to pay for school when funds are tights. The end of the year is approaching, and a new a principle is coming in. Fingers crossed I will back here again next year.
What other job do you get this kind of review?
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