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.
Kristi says
The worse the class, the larger the candy. Good practice!
Brad says
I had some Starburst candy in my desk, but someone was stealing it. What do you eat when your rage candy causes more rage?
Lauren says
Rage Valium.
Lauren's mom says
Hi, Lauren! Happy Saturday!
Lauren says
Happy Saturday to you, too!