My Eyes Adore Them...

I would be lying if I said I didn't want to be highly intoxicated, pass out, and wake up on Saturday morning right now.

Today was my second day of teaching Kindergarten this year. Last night, I got home at 7:45. It's a miracle I got out of that school before 5 today. And truly, the only reason I got out of there as soon as I did was to come home and drink a glass of wine at the appropriate time of 5pm. It took me 4 minutes to finish off the glass. I kid you not.

So much for being a wine connoisseur. Or graceful.

I don't have much brain power to write anything clever or witty or charming. So I'll just share these few thoughts.

This year might be my most challenging. And by the true overseeing of God, it has started off very well. I have laughed and marveled and hugged and sighed and made good progress in just two days. Considering. Considering that I am teaching my normal class of 5-year-olds...with their novice eyes and impulsive hands and quick mouths...along with a few students with special needs. Two autistic boys and one girl with a chromosome disorder, to be exact.

Over the last two days I have wanted to pull my hair out. And cry. And then scoop those three up and just hug them enough to fix them. But I can't. It is amazing how one questions "normalcy" when you are inundated with "abnormal." I think about children in my family, children that I see out, my friends' kids, my friends' nieces and nephews. I'm reminded how blessed we are to be of "normal" development. I start to think about my future children. And I pray they are "normal," all the while wondering what that is. I pray that if they are not, there is someone in the school who knows how to reach them. Who doesn't want to cry, doesn't want to give up, and doesn't want to pull their hair out when my child walks through the door. What if that happens? Will I be able to give my child what he or she needs? I'm a certified professional in this exact field and I just don't know the answer.

But I tell you what. These kids make the world go round and I constantly learn that I'm not in charge here. I can't hand-pick my class. I can't hand-pick my children when I have them. But I can do my very best every day. And I can love them.

Even when Marcelo (he's "normal") hops around one too many times and I grab him by the shirt, get in his face and gripe at him to stop and his response is, "I love you, Miss Rose." Today, I said, "I love you too, Marcelo." I think I meant it.

Feel the Love...

I went to lunch today at a restaurant and then I went to the mall and then I went to the grocery store. I saw A LOT of people out and about. On more than one occasion, I thought, "Do you people have a job? Why are you not at work?" I said this out loud only once.

My least favorite thing this time of year is knowing that I must return to work in a few short days. It is very bittersweet. I can't wait to get back to what I love doing, I can't wait to meet the little people that I'll spend months and months with, I can't wait to organize and decorate my classroom, I can't wait to become a better teacher. But these excited feelings are conflicted with feelings of busyness, ineptness, and the loss of my lazy summer.

My favorite thing this time of year is watching mothers at the restaurants, malls, and grocery stores that I visit. They have a look of derangement in their eyes and I catch them pleading with their children through clenched teeth, "STOP IT! DO YOU HEAR WHAT I'M SAYING TO YOU? I JUST TOLD YOU TO...!!!!!!!!!!!!"

All is right in the world. Mothers cannot wait for school to begin so they can send their precious little terrors back to the teacher for the bulk of the day. And I cannot wait to receive these precious brains into my classroom. Quite the stark reversal from the end of May: mothers couldn't wait to recieve their children and begin the summer, and I (the teacher) was the one pleading with the child through clenched teeth and with eyes as wide as the horizon, "BECAUSE I SAID SO! JUST STOP IT!"

I can't wait!

It Has Begun...

The school year is almost underway. This brings feelings of excitement, anxiety, and sadness. I also feel frustration that I didn't do more with my time or make any notable gains toward my kindergarten classroom or curriculum over the summer. I basically just went to the pool, traveled, read, and hung out.

And so I found myself thinking that I need to tackle the yearly and seemingly insurmountable task of "organizing my classroom." For the first time in years, I did not move classrooms and this proved to be a serious timesaver. In both packing my room in June, and unpacking my room in August. Because teachers are maniacal freaks (well, for many reasons) and highly controlling and competitive, we find it necessary to have our rooms look the best and be the first one "finished." So I went to elementary school today and this is what I saw in my room.



Yes, that is all of my furniture stacked and huddled in the corner. I did not leave it that way in June. I put in two good hours of work (read: heavy lifting, sweating, panting, pushing) and this is my result.



My room is pretty well "set up," so now I have the task of cleaning out files, puting more posters on the wall, buying supplies, planning the curriculum, and writing 22 precious little names on things. Not an easy task, but one I enjoy! Whew!