As I looked through those dusty old pictures, faded after years spent in a moth-eaten box in the garage, so many memories came flooding back. Suddenly I was back at that little red brick school in north Texas, 22 years old, fresh out of college and clueless about what I wanted to do with my life. I had never planned on being a teacher, but somehow after one interview and a day and a half of observing another teacher, I found myself alone with a class of 16 kindergarten and first graders. I didn’t even know how to write a lesson plan.
Dear Lt. Governor Patrick,
You don’t know me, but you represent me. Actually, that’s not entirely accurate because you don’t represent me. My fellow Texas citizens elected you to office, but you do not represent my beliefs on a multitude of issues. Come to think of it, you don’t represent many of their beliefs either. (more…)
Between dropping off your students, picking them up, and all of the other “extra stuff,” (i.e., using the bathroom), you’ve got about 10 minutes to eat your lunch. So pop quiz, Hot Shot: Who do you sit with? Choose wisely. Because it doesn’t matter what school you’re in, you’ll always find these 10 teachers in the lounge.