I had a super clever rant about the dog crap we’ve found in our yard lately. Everyone except my son has stepped in it or dragged the lawn mower through it or raked it in the last two weeks. Then I thought, well, it’s gross, but not life threatening. So, I thought of loads of passive-aggressive statements about the four speeders in a ten minute span who used my block as a cut-through to beat the light. Congrats! You won an extra 30 seconds off your travel time!
But then I volunteered in my son’s classroom for the second time this year, and I remembered a few things that are better-than-good. The first is that kids are freaking cute. And that’s good. Another is that elementary school teachers are so much stronger than high school teachers. And I can tell you, we cynical, sarcastic, see-teenagers-all-day high school folk sometimes have a rose-colored view as to what elementary teachers deal with all day. After just one hour – an hour in which I didn’t have to get the class to calm down because the teacher did it – I was exhausted!
I had always thought that elementary school teachers have it easy because they didn’t have to bring home 150+ essays to grade over the weekend, and they didn’t have to plan lessons about Fahrenheit 451 that touched on all the desired “action goals” of the school instead of just enjoying the literature and discussing its relevance in today’s society. But man, as fun as “making hand print turkeys” sounded – and it was fun! – I couldn’t do activities like that every day. Nor could I stand to prepare for it and research activities that address gross motor skills and other developmental goals of a class of 24 widely-varied-in-skills children. So kudos to the elementary school teachers. You folks are amazing!