Time does fly when you're....having fun?? No, that doesn't sound quite right....
Do over.
Time does fly when you're writing lesson plans, scraping chewing gum out of carpet, policing handheld pencil sharpeners, practicing multiplication facts, setting up science fair projects, chanting "Put your bottom on the chair and your feet on the floor" for the eighty-seven-thousandth time, making birthday root beer floats with no ice cream scoop, grading papers, dealing with the kid who has "no idea how that knife got in his pocket," getting another group of kids hooked on Harry Potter, introducing fractions, and bribing children to behave.
Oh, and my house burned down.
Suffice to say, I've been a busy girl since the departure of the student teacher. I have missed my independent fifth graders even more these past few months as I've had a lot to deal with in my other life, you know, the one outside of school in which dear hubby and I deal with insurance adjusters, investigators, contractors, etc, etc, etc. But it's looking like I may not miss those fifth graders much longer. As of last week, my position for next year was tentatively in fifth grade.
I have mixed feelings about this move. On the positive side, the amount of trivial, "Tell him to stop looking at me!" complaints will decrease significantly and I'll get to keep my classroom instead of spending summer vacation packing and moving it elsewhere. But, there'll be no more classroom content to play Heads Up Seven Up for ten minutes for a break and no more ability to say the word cock during spelling with no one snickering.
And of course, anything could change by next fall. If I've learned one thing over the years it's "Assume nothing." Ultimately, it truly doesn't matter to me anymore. Give me fifth, third, fourth, whatever...I have a job, which is something I'm thankful for each and every day.
