When becoming a teacher, especially for younger grades (second grade over here!), you are expected to be positive, upbeat, and encouraging. I take it to a whole new level.
I’m so glad my only audience is a group of seven year olds. If any of my friends saw me, they would be so embarrassed. I literally jump up and down, clap my hands together, cheer, sing, and dance all so that my class has a good time learning. I actually kind of annoy myself. (But of course the kids love it.)
I was prepared to sing the alphabet song. I was not prepared to rap a Dr. Seuss book.
I was prepared to praise good students. I was not prepared to thank each student who raises his/her hand.
I was prepared to teach spelling. I was not prepared to stand on their desk and dance if they spelled the bonus word correctly.
I was prepared to deal with tough situations from their home life. I was not prepared to openly cry with students.
I was prepared to clean desks. I was not prepared to clean shoes, shirts, hair, faces, books, carpets, backpacks, water bottles, etc.
I was prepared to say beautiful, heartfelt, educational things that students will always remember. I was not prepared to say -
“Wow, I am SO proud of you for not getting pizza sauce on your pants!”
“No, there’s not a baby in my belly.”
“Tie your shoes before your mom sees.”
“Stop licking your desk.”
“No, I’m not your godmother. I’m just your teacher.”
“Only hold your breath for a few seconds, or you might pass out, and that would make me very sad.”
“Miss Lee needs coffee.”
“Get out from under the desk. I want to see your handsome face.”
“I don’t know if you’re adopted. Ask your parents.”
“No, no one in this class has dwarfism.”
“You’re not a fool. Who told you that?”
Teaching is such a blessing, with opportunities for prayers to be answered and miracles to happen every day.
I never thought it would be so hard, and I also never thought that I would leave every day feeling so happy.