The printer named Leonardo is my arch nemesis.
I can measure how stressful the day has been based on the number of writing utensils in my homeroom partner’s hair.
I teach my very first lesson on my own soon. I receive a hug, unprompted, from one of my students. I wonder if she can tell how nervous I am. She and I connected over ADHD – I told her I have it too, and she looked at me with big wide eyes and said “you too!?” and we talked about how we cope in a world that doesn’t work well for us.
The beads, the braids, the styles in my students’ hair are pleasantly distracting. They’re really into this thing called shadow boxing, which is adorable. With all my heart I wish I could let them just be kids instead of telling them to sit up quietly and straight with their eyes forward and their arms up on the desks.
I love them.