I've always had a fear that we are living in the last days. Now that I am a middle school teacher, I know the REAL fear of LAST DAYS. Not the last days of this earth, though I do find myself praying for Christ return a lot more these days, I'm talking the last few days before summer in a middle school.
These kiddos have lost their freaking minds. Holy Junk! I can only equate the experience of the days to something that I have not yet experienced...childbirth. You have to forget how bad it is before you decide to do it again.
There have been a few precious moments, like the kid who wrote the sweetest message to me in my yearbook. He said his favorite thing about being in my room was the fact that he knew that I cared about him. Isn't that really what it's all about???
But then...there are those quotes...those moments....that will one day make up my book on being a teacher.
"Mrs. Peevy, on your grave it's not gonna say R-I-P...it's gonna say M-E-A-N!"
If you would like to hear the dialect in which this quote was spoken, you may call and get the full story.
Oh well...another year down, a contract signed for next year, a love for students (somehow, still) and a great school to do it all at!
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