Weird Wednesdays
This school year is shaping up to quite different as I have a younger group of students. Instead of mostly 7-9th graders, I have mostly 2-6th graders. Today was one of the days that reminded me of my new position. When the students came in from recess, they were happily heading off to class. Then, in the space of one minute: - a girl who had fallen outside decided she needed me to clean her knees - a boy somehow punctured his arm on a thumb tack and was bleeding - dog poop had been dragged in on someone's shoe and was getting everywere - the sink broke and the girls' bathroom floor was drenched I don't know how many calls of "Miss Carissa!" I heard in that minute. I should start charging per use. After a moment of confusion, you'll be happy to know, knees were cleaned, band-aids administered, poop-shoes taken outside, and the sink problem delegated (I don't do plumbing). Just case you didn't know, teachers do way more than teach! That...