Tuesday, September 8, 2009
A little over a month in as a non-teacher, I miss my little punks. I take back all my belly-aching. I wish I had a room that was constantly terrorized by the end of the day. I wish I had a head cold from the constant germs surrounding my desk. I wish I still had my morning meeting board going over patterns and the difference between "ago" and "from now". I wish I were writing home notes to parents on their unruly child's behavior. Instead, I am writing postcards in the hopes that my little grubs will write back. I miss you!