Most people think that teaching preschool must be idyllic and easy. I want to stab those people in the face. Granted, this year I have my best class ever, and we have our hilarious moments, like these words uttered by a dancing girl who wanted the attention of one of those boys:
Soemetimes we have to have some sit-down moments to talk about how you shouldn’t drink all the milk and juice right away at lunch or you won’t have room for any food in your stomach.
Anyway, I know how to keep my sanity. Last year, with my worst class ever, I kept Starbursts in my backpack and would secretly chew on them at recess, looking over the group and thinking, “Ha ha! You may have eroded my soul today, but I am eating candy! I am a grown up! Ha ha ha ha ha!”
I’m not as angry this year, but I do keep Skittles in my pocket as I set out the cots. Hee hee. I am a grown up and I am eating candy.
Er, maybe I am not such a grown up.