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Two Writing Teachers
I'm really exhausted since I'm working in a new school this year.
I'm back in the reading support game, but lots of new materials, procedures, people and spaces.
Today I slid out of my car, feeling every day of my forty-six years. The humidity, cold air and dark morning did nothing to make me feel better. I reallllyyyyy didn't want to get out of bed this morning.
I left my bags in the car and slowwwly walked over to my colleagues at the car line.
"Hello, pumpkin!" called Michelle L.
"On the struggle bus today, Chris?" teased Michelle Z. (She knows I tend to drive the struggle bus!)
I whined a
I decided to stay.
What changed my mind? My 3rd graders. They are my final two groups of the day, yet they come each day (mostly) without whining or complaining. They are eager to have their reading time, write with pens! and leave with a pile of books each day. If they could have stamina, so could I.
(D does ask every few minutes, "Is it 5:00 yet?" He knows he is released from small group at 2:25, so we need to work on his clock-reading skills, hee, hee)
I welcomed a bunch of kiddos to school, went back to my car for my bags, and I walked in with a kindergarten student who was dragging tail (and his Alvin backpack).
"I'm glad you came to school today," I told him.
"You, too," he said.