I’m starting to think that something related to Jack Torrance style crazy is being piped through the school where I student teach. All of a sudden, overnight, my adorably sweet and generally well-mannered first graders have lost their marbles. You’d think they’ve never walked down the hallway to the bathroom before and the lunch line…well don’t even get me started on the lunch line.
While I like to think that their change in behavior is due to the fact that I am no longer their primary teacher, it’s more likely that their antics are simply related to this time of the school year. You can feel it in the halls at my school, that sense of restlessness. It’s as though the entire school population (staff included) has already mentally checked out for the summer. I have to admit that I haven’t been much better. Now that my main teaching duties are over, I find myself twiddling my thumbs increasingly often. I’m beyond tired of grading papers and prepping art projects, which is basically what I do now.
The upcoming three-day weekend doesn’t help much, which leads me to my next dilemma. To cabin, or not to cabin? The weather forecast predicts cold and rainy, which isn’t the easiest weather to entertain Jack in when he’s not surrounded by his normal plethora of toys and books. But, at the same time, it would be nice to just get away for a weekend, and the hot tub calls to me like cursed pirate gold. I guess for now we’ll have to wait and see. I’m crossing my fingers that the weather people are wrong like they so often are. These pasty legs could use some sunshine.
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