Today was a rough day. I thought the honeymoon would have at least lasted a bit longer than eight days.
Eight days! I walk the halls of shame for even thinking it would have lasted longer.
I was thinking the end of September or mid October. Who was I kidding? It ended this morning at a quarter to ten with the first of three drills (fire, shelter-in-place/severe weather, and lockdown). We rehearsed, we discussed, and we worked. Did it help? I like to think it did. The scary thought is, What if I did not rehearse or discuss the drills with them? Hmmph. I feel a tad better.
This is a very rambunctious bunch! My lessons must have physical components from the time they walk into my classroom until about lunchtime. I hope or else they’ll have to wheel me out of school into a hospital. Well, we know what that means for me. I’m even more tired thinking about it. Labor Day weekend can’t get here quick enough.
—Qiana
Just me. As of late, I'm "Teacher! Teacher!" It's okay. I could be called other names.
The Kinder Life 