Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Obsessed

I've recently put myself on the bandwagon of looking up first grade teaching blogs. I am officially obsessed!! How have I not discovered these blogs sooner?! As evidence on my own blog, (look to your right-do you see all those new teaching buttons? Yeahhh..can we say just a LEE-TLE bit much?) you can tell that I care more about looking at teaching ones than at other blogs lately, which also includes updating my own. But I came across a blog entry today that had me laughing out loud. Any of you that are teachers can totally relate to the following. It describes perfectly what I go through on a day to day basis!

You Know You Teach First Grade When...

- Your once neatest handwriters are suddenly writing their names illegibly. Because they're attempting to write in cursive with no formal instruction.

- You've been through no less than 762 glue sticks.

- You've considered changing your name for the day just so you don't have to respond to Ms._______ seventy-eight times in an hour.

- You're fairly certain that a select few students will never recognize the written difference between a "b" and a "d" no matter how many times you correct them.

- You get just as excited as the kids do when the Scholastic book order comes in.

- You welcome inventive spelling if only to have something entertaining to read.

- You wish you got a dollar every time you told your class to "be a level zero in the hallway" or to "get in line" when walking down the hall.

- You have at least one Dr. Jean album on your iPod.

- Calendar activities exhaust you. {Maybe that's just me... I'm hoping that doing it on the SmartBoard next year will alleviate some of my pain!}

- You love your students' goofy smiles due to their jack-o-lantern-like assortment of *missing* teeth.

- On that same note, you are driven *12 kinds of crazy* when students repeatedly get up from whole group time to get a tissue to wiggle a loose tooth.

- Your heart goes pitter patter when hear your firsties read, smiling at the fact that you are the one responsible for that.

Although this time of year is very exhausting in teaching, with kids being ready for summer, and sick of being with the same peers for hours every day (even my really well behaved kiddos have started fighting with each other lately!), I absolutely love and adore them, and I absolutely love and adore what I get to do everyday. I'm constantly learning, seeking for new ideas, figuring out ways to help my students succeed, laughing at the funny things they say, and moved to tears by how tender their precious hearts are. Teaching truly is my calling for life, as one of my student's parents so very kindly pointed out to me recently. I was made for this. Please bless that me telling myself that can get me through the last few crazy weeks of school!

4 comments:

Angela said...

Even though I'm not a teacher, I could totally relate to some of the things on there just because I'm mom to one of those lil kiddos! Yes, Naomi lately thinks she needs to write in cursive! I laughed so hard when I read that one! Also I think she's lost more teeth now at school than she has at home. One week I swear, it was like a tooth a day at school :) Thanks for the opportunity to go on the field trip yesterday, it was fun. Also I agree with the other mom, you are an amazing teacher. I could not thank you enough for the many ways you have helped my little Naomi blossom and grow this year. We love you because of it, and I can tell that you love Naomi. Thank-you doesn't seem adequate, but, thank-you.

Lindsey (The Teacher Wife) said...

wahoo! i LOVE finding ut bloggers and esp. if they are in 1st grade! :)

i teach in the davis school district... which one are you in?

mattie catherine said...

This is awesome! :) I am a teenager but I'm dyinggg to be a teacher when I grow up. So I lvoed stumbling upon your blog!

esbboston said...

My mother was mainly a K-1st grade teacher for most of her career, and I did 4-5 year old Sunday School for about a decade probably a decade ago. I thought they were a remarkable group of humans, perhaps my favorite age. I was fortunate to have small groups and a lot of fun.