random shallow thoughts
This afternoon at approximately 4:30 pm I was sitting in my classroom AT MY DESK! I never sit at my desk. My desk serves more as a private kid-free piling area. Like a safe for things that I need soon or things I just got from somewhere. (For anyone who's unaware, I do indeed do work at school, just rarely at my own desk. I mostly work in the middle of the back carpet, at the reading table, or on some kids desk (who finds random teacher supplies on their desk the next day.))
Sitting at my desk, I felt this strange sense that I was really a teacher. You know how you play school when you're little? I felt like I was playing school - like you think teaching is going to be like before you become a teacher - like you thought teaching was like when you were 10. I kinda liked it. :)
Perhaps I should sit at my desk more often.
Sitting at my desk, I felt this strange sense that I was really a teacher. You know how you play school when you're little? I felt like I was playing school - like you think teaching is going to be like before you become a teacher - like you thought teaching was like when you were 10. I kinda liked it. :)
Perhaps I should sit at my desk more often.