Hard, but delightful

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a calm office job where you don't have to worry about a certain student popping out of his chair every 30 seconds or another student stirring everyone up by talking about crushes or another student throwing a fit because another student said something he didn't like.

It can be exhausting to be a teacher.

It is also delightful.

I have these whiteboards in a corner of my room.  

We use them for "vertical math."  It is vertical because they set up the boards and can see each others' work.  It is OK if they look to each other "for inspiration." They work in groups of three students.  After they do a math problem, I pick a stick.  If that student can explain their math problem, their entire group gets a piece of candy.  The point is that they teach each other so everyone in the group will be ready if called on.

Anyway.

One of the students was ready to explain their math thinking.  I walked to the back of the room and picked up their whiteboard and lifted it over the desks and brought it to the front of the room.

One of my students said, "Woah!"

Another said, "Mrs. Davis is strong."

Believe me when I tell you 1) those whiteboards are not heavy and 2) I am not that strong.

Still.  It's nice to be impressive.

I had recess duty in the afternoon.  During recess, one of Miriam's students gave me these paper flowers she had made for me.  I don't think that happens in calm office jobs.

Also, I overheard some kids playing with a basketball.  Soon, because they would yell "miss" or insult each other to make them miss the basket, they started having an existential conversation about whether or not it made a difference if they hurled insults at each other.

Some of them maintained, "The ball doesn't have feelings!"

The boy who appeared to be the alpha of the group said, "OK, let me try.  Yell at me while I shoot."

They did.  He missed.  He said, "OK, I guess it does make a difference."

They continued on with their basket shooting.

Also at recess, two 6th graders who used to be my students, came up to give me hugs.  One of the boys was in trouble every day he was in my class.  I dragged his desk over to the side of the room so he faced the wall.  It was nice of him to give me a hug.  Forgive and forget.

At the end of the day, I had an entire basket full of their graded papers to pass out.  I gave everyone a stack and they roamed around the room, delivering papers.  One boy told everyone he handed a paper to whether or not they were going 'to get McDonalds tonight' based on their score.

Some of the kids looked like they actually believed him.  

Later some kids were talking about whether or not they were going to show their parents their papers and the same one who was letting everyone know their McDonalds fate said, "I have to show my parents.  If I lie, I will get in way more trouble than if I have a bad grade."

Good parents for the win!