We read aloud our personal essays today in Academic Writing. The highlight, by far, was one kid's essay titled: "The Day I Killed Bambi." He then went on to explain how he shot a deer in the legs, which didn't kill it. Trying to put Bambi out of her misery, he shot her in the head. When the deer STILL wasn't dead, he slit its throat. "Finally, 45 minutes later, the stupid thing finally died... I was just trying to put it out of its misery." I was laughing so hard I was crying. The way this kid told his story was just priceless. [Apologies to any animal lovers out there...] Between that and another kid declaring yesterday that islands didn't exist, since technically, we live on an island (also known as a continent...), it's been an entertaining couple of days.
On Thursday I woke up disoriented and thoroughly confused, thinking I was still student teaching...Why am I still student teaching? Shouldn't I have been done with that a couple weeks ago? Today I woke up giddy thinking about kicking back and drinking a glass of vino tonight.
I have a comrade across the hall! Katie and I are in the same boat - new teachers, living with our parents (ha!), and we haven't a clue what we're doing. Every day after school we ensue in our daily therapy session. It's cathartic. Our excuse for chit-chatting is that we're "collaborating"...he he. It's an understatement to say that she's kept me sane this week!
I refuse to look at schoolwork tonight. Tomorrow at 9am I'll check back into reality, but until then, I am going to blissfully ignore all lesson plans and curriculum maps and quizzes and poems and IEP's and e-mails and grammar books and...
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