My first week was horrible. My favorite teacher was also their favorite teacher and those little 9th graders wanted nothing to do with me. I was walking a fine line between being super-strict to announce my authority (!) and being kind to let them know I was rational. I cried every night and I was exhausted. I was in bed by 7pm sometimes. The week I started was also the first week I started dating Andy - so there was lots going on.
By my second year I had it all together. Yes - there were days that still drove me nuts - but I also learned to relax and enjoy myself. I learned to look past the kids' behavior while they were learning (which was where most of the acting-up occured) and started to see how they acted before the bell rang. They cracked me up - they were so smart and talented and funny and real. I learned a lot that year. During that second year I had two students, Katie and Kristen, who were just great. They were fraternal twin girls (talk about foreshadowing), different as night and day (more foreshadowing). When they graduated 4 years later they ended up attending a college about 15 minutes from where I live now. They would come over every Tuesday night for dinner and to hang out with the little girls. I became friends with their mom, too - they are such a nice family.
This is their sophomore year in college now and things got busy for them, as it should, so our weekly dinners had to be put on the back burner for a while. But they got to visit a few weeks ago with their mom. Here are some pictures from that day ...
I am so glad that they were able to visit me - and I hope to see them all again soon!
8 comments:
So sweet!
Great story; how wonderful you are all friends!!!
I will have to try the broccoli trick on my son and stick it in a pizza box.
He's 20. :D
What wonderful women!
What a great story! It looks like your girls really adore them. I am so glad that you had a great visit!
What a neat story, I loved reading it. Glad you all still stay in touch, what fun! How many years did you teach? I taught for 4 years. (elementary age)
That is SO sweet!!!
I taught for a year in the inner city....the only thing my students did was call me every swear word in the book, plus some I didn't even know. Oh yeah, and my first day teaching I got punched in the face....yeah.....that's why I'm a nanny now......
What a fab story! Great to see you made such a connection!
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