An honest question
January 24, 2008“Mom, why don’t you teach anymore?”
“Because then I couldn’t drive you to school in the morning. And I’d have to grade papers all night.”
“Oh. But you could teach at my school if you wanted to.”
“Yes, honey. I could.” (If they’d have me, I add to myself — sixth grade — I might be able to teach sixth grade.)
My mom was my choir teacher for a couple years when I was in elementary school. I love her, but it sucked because of course I had to be the example.
My two older children attended a cooperative pre-school, which meant that parents took turns helping the teachers. Invariably, the child whose parent was there behaved so badly from jealousy over sharing their moms that everyone had a rotten day.
Maybe it would be easier with 6th graders, but I wouldn’t count on it.
Reese ~ That sounds lovely (although I can see how it must have been hell for you). It’s all Waltons, though. I love it!
Heart ~ I can totally see that. I think I could teach 6th grade then until *she* was in 6th grade. Oh, no. I could never be her teacher. It would be ugly, ugly, ugly. It’s bad enough as it is without her showing off!
Ooh, teaching middle schoolers. I don’t know. And much as I love my kids, I don’t think I’d have an easy time having them in my class. ‘Course, I’m not cut out to teach young kids. I do best with college kids.
C ~ My favorite grade was 7th grade. They thought I was funny. I thought they were adorable. We were a mutual admiration society. If I could have groups of kids like that all the time, I might consider going back once Babs is off and running. For now, here I sit at the keyboard.