If I have learned anything in my eighteen years as a teacher, one of those things is to always expect the unexpected. You never know when you walk into your classroom what is going to happen that day, and each day is definitely an adventure.
Don’t get me wrong! I absolutely LOVE what I do. Some days feel like I am on cloud nine because everything went so fantastically that I just cannot believe it. Then, there are some of those “other days.” If you are a teacher, I’m sure you are thinking that you can identify with those days. My hat goes off to my readers that are teachers because I know that you understand EXACTLY what I am talking about.
We all have these moments sometimes when we step back and realize…
“This is our circus and these are our monkeys!”
That was yesterday afternoon in my classroom. I want you to understand something before I share this. Some days, when you get to the end of the day, a few things happen:
1.) You shout “Hallelujah!!!!” because you survived.
2.) You may do your happy dance because – you guessed it – YOU SURVIVED!
Last, but certainly not least…
3.) You step back in wonder and amazement as you think about your day and realize that even in the hilarity of some of those moments LEARNING did occur despite those issues that may have happened.
(Yes….I did pull on my hair yesterday and at one point I did have a post it note on my forehead. I may even have convinced some of my students to be bobble heads. My classroom is sometimes a delicate balance between learning and theatrics. TRUST ME – it works!)
O.K. – so you may be wondering what was the impetus that caused me to grab for my hair and perform with post it notes. It was such a pair of innocuous objects that you may wonder why those two everyday items took me to the point of no return…
Scissors and Glue Sticks!
My fourth period class sounded something like this (with a little teaching thrown in the mix):
“Put the scissors down.
No, you don’t cut that paper. Cut the other one.
STOP CUTTING CHUNKS OFF THE GLUE STICK AND SMEARING THEM ON THE FLOOR!
What are you doing?
Do your work!
I said don’t cut that into little pieces.
WHY ARE YOU STILL CUTTING CHUNKS OFF THE GLUE?
Did you just eat that?”
Let’s just suffice it to say that I was never so glad to see my fifth period class when they arrived in my room. We’ll chalk this one up to experience…and maybe reconsider ever using scissors and glue again.
Here’s to many more middle school adventures this year!!!!