I missed my little kindergarteners over the 9 day Thanksgiving holiday. And when I say "missed," what I really mean is, "was so glad I didn't have to tie shoes, listen to whining/crying/tattling, or deal with pee." But I think that is just understood, isn't it?
It is my firm belief that one of the best decisions my school district ever made was to grant teachers a week-long holiday for Thanksgiving. Many districts in Texas do this and it is just pure genius. I fear that the break was granted by superintendents across the state of Texas to avoid newspaper headlines such as, "Teacher Gouges Eyes out with Turkey Wishbone in Tragic Suicide."
I'm here to tell you that it could happen. I once considered sharpening my pinky in the electric pencil sharpener just so an ambulance could pick me up, I could go to the emergency room, and enjoy and afternoon of adult conversation. The wishbone-suicide fiasco is not far-fetched, my friends.
But let me tell you about a little conversation I had this morning with a student. I was so happy to see and hear the kids at 7:40am this morning. We got to the classroom, unpacked and completed our morning duties, and then had share time. We told all about our week-long, blessed, food-and-family-filled holiday.
Miss Rose: "What did you do for Thanksgiving, K?"
K: "Momma and dad made the turkey. Then dad went to get some cigarettes and beer. That's it."
That is why I missed my kindergarteners.
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