the little ones
Children are the best thing when you're sad.
My 5th and 6th graders get me down in the dumps a little bit. It's not that their English levels are abominable - they are - it's that they don't want to play games (come on, English jenga and apples-to-apples) and basically are only biding time until I get frustrated enough to put on a movie for them.
My 3rd and 4th graders aren't much better at English. Of course they aren't. But they love me and love games and love coloring and love making things and are happy, happy, happy. One of my girls, who calls herself Katie, positions herself next to me whenever we play the zoo game (thanks, cousin Julia) and holds my hand or gives me a side hug. Nora and Eugine makes every sentence in the jenga game about me- Jessica teacher is pretty, Jessica teacher studies English, Jessica teacher is a zombie. Nora spends 5 extra minutes writing her sentences so she can color a giant hamster.
I haven't even shown the little ones half of Happy Feet, because they just want to play with me.
When people say they don't like kids I understand on one level, because they can be a pain in the ass and scream and make messes and fuss over their small cuts and bruises and sneeze directly in your face, but there's nothing like a group of kids craning to see you, hanging on your every word to see if you'll do the giant voice again, inching closer so they can be the one sitting closest to you, to make you feel okay.
Thanks, kids. Especially Katie, who just wants a hug.
My 5th and 6th graders get me down in the dumps a little bit. It's not that their English levels are abominable - they are - it's that they don't want to play games (come on, English jenga and apples-to-apples) and basically are only biding time until I get frustrated enough to put on a movie for them.
My 3rd and 4th graders aren't much better at English. Of course they aren't. But they love me and love games and love coloring and love making things and are happy, happy, happy. One of my girls, who calls herself Katie, positions herself next to me whenever we play the zoo game (thanks, cousin Julia) and holds my hand or gives me a side hug. Nora and Eugine makes every sentence in the jenga game about me- Jessica teacher is pretty, Jessica teacher studies English, Jessica teacher is a zombie. Nora spends 5 extra minutes writing her sentences so she can color a giant hamster.
I haven't even shown the little ones half of Happy Feet, because they just want to play with me.
When people say they don't like kids I understand on one level, because they can be a pain in the ass and scream and make messes and fuss over their small cuts and bruises and sneeze directly in your face, but there's nothing like a group of kids craning to see you, hanging on your every word to see if you'll do the giant voice again, inching closer so they can be the one sitting closest to you, to make you feel okay.
Thanks, kids. Especially Katie, who just wants a hug.