Let me begin by saying that I don’t know how third-grade teachers do their job all day. The kids are sweet, but all day long with the same bunch of 8-year-olds who complain that their neighbor is looking at them/breathing on them/calling them names/not sitting in their proper seat/insert harmless-yet-annoying thing here–well, that can be a little relentless.
PLUS, they did not go outside at recess today, which means I had no break time.
AND their “special” was cancelled, which means I had no break time.
And I spent a chunk of the day having conversations like this:
ME: “What does your teacher usually want you to do?”
OTHER CHILD WHO CAN’T MIND HER OWN BUSINESS: “She says we can do cursive or print, whichever we want.”
ME: “Just make sure it’s neat so your teacher can read it tomorrow.”
MOST OF THE CLASS: “OK.” (gets busy doing work)
CHILD WHO ASKED ORIGINAL QUESTION: “So can I do this in cursive?”
God bless the full-time teachers of self-contained classes. They have a special kind of patience.