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| Pants: Aerie, Shirt: Land's End (@Sears), Boots: BareTrap (3 years old), Dumb look on my face: Sorry about that |
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| Jeans and Boots: JCP (Fall 2011), Flannel: Lucky Brand, Necklace: Tiffany Note: This was Saturday. The Pleated Poppy WIWW Wanderlust Wednesday |
As a teacher, as someone who's always been in school, as someone who's always known she would be a teacher, I mark time in school years. New years start in August, not January. January is the middle of the year, silly.
It is surreal to me that I just began my third school year in Alaska. Actually, it's my fourth. That first year, we moved here in the fall and I subbed on and off for the Anchorage school district. "On and off" means that if it was snowing, I didn't go to work. Subbing was nice like that.
My first year at my school seems like it was just yesterday. But it must not have been because those little baby 4th graders I had? Yeah, they're in middle school now. Ugh.
If year 2010-2011 seems like it was just yesterday, 2011-2012 seems like it was this morning. I mean, howdiditgobysofast? I'm not necessarily complaining. I would not want to live the last 230-odd days over again. But those kids! I loved them. They were literally the only reason I had to get up in the morning with my husband deployed and all.
As I started with my third (THIRD!) group of kiddos last week, I couldn't help but think of last year. I mean, my first year was my first year and I'll always remember it. Some of those kids will live on in infamy...if you know what I mean (it was a rough year). But there's very few of that group of 26 that I'll miss.
But I miss those little people from last year! Truly, honestly, I want them back. They were so inquisitive, and allowed me to teach them history.. Because of them, I have memories like this. And my husband has notes like this posted on his bulletin board in his Afghanistan office.
Also, maybe they could explain how things work to these new students.
Really, now, why can't students just walk in trained on day number one? It's so much work.
Would you believe I had to utter the phrases, "If you jump off that desk again, you will no longer have a desk" and "If you don't get out of your desks, I will tape them shut" in the same afternoon??
Ridiculous.
Don't think I won't tape a desk shut. I have before.
