We had good ol' Parent Night tonight... a dreaded day for all teachers because we end up working 13 glorious hours and usually only about 1/3 of the parents show up. I definitely think it's worth it, but I think ours could have been planned a bit better. If only I were in charge...
Anyhoo, I had just finished my second presentation of the night and was already wishing I was at home eating Just Falafel in my pjs. It was that moment when you're staring at the clock, hoping everyone goes home soon so you can, too. On his way out the door, a little boy named Rayan came up to me and politely asked if he could show his mom his composition books. He ran over to the drawers and pulled out his science book and reading book and writing book and started telling his mom about everything we've done this year. It sounded something like this... "And this was when we blew bubbles and described them with fancy words, and this is when Mrs. Elder pretended (looks up at me and grins) she didn't remember what real reading is so we had to teach her, and this is when we made inferences with funny pictures, and this was our GUMMY BEAR EXPERIMENT, and this was when I wrote about all the things that bug me, and..."
Umm, how cute is that? If that doesn't fill your teacher heart with happiness, I don't know what will. This was definitely one of those moments I want to remember for days when I'm questioning why I'm a teacher at all.
this is the cutest thing ever! i had to take notebooks away from my students...ha!
ReplyDeleteHaving worked with you at CAS and in reading your posts I can honestly say that you make me want to be a teacher (even though I don't think that I really do). You have so much fun with the kids and do all these amazing things that I want to do, too!! Basically, you're a rock star and I want to be just like you. lol
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