Today, I think back to my first year teaching when a kid sneezed into my open mouth while I was kneeling down next to her explaining question 3 on our daily worksheet. Instantly I knew I was sick. I felt my body breaking down.
I'm angry because spring break is coming up and I feel ill. I feel hot. My nose is stuffy. My throat is sore. Why? I blame my kids. Nobody will be talking today because I don't want any more disease being breathed onto my face. The kids never go to the doctor. They are always passing diseases back and forth. Sometimes they look like walking bacteria. Ever seen Osmosis Jones? That's what school looks like to me sometimes. I want to splash Lysol onto everyone as they walk into my room.
Is this fair? Nope. Is it really their fault? Maybe, but probably not. All those things considered, I don't feel like thinking rationally about it today. I don't feel good and to me that is their fault. Am I still teaching them though? Absolutely. Sometimes you just have to power through. Even though they are walking germ factories, they are my walking germ factories, and I love them.
I'm angry because spring break is coming up and I feel ill. I feel hot. My nose is stuffy. My throat is sore. Why? I blame my kids. Nobody will be talking today because I don't want any more disease being breathed onto my face. The kids never go to the doctor. They are always passing diseases back and forth. Sometimes they look like walking bacteria. Ever seen Osmosis Jones? That's what school looks like to me sometimes. I want to splash Lysol onto everyone as they walk into my room.
Is this fair? Nope. Is it really their fault? Maybe, but probably not. All those things considered, I don't feel like thinking rationally about it today. I don't feel good and to me that is their fault. Am I still teaching them though? Absolutely. Sometimes you just have to power through. Even though they are walking germ factories, they are my walking germ factories, and I love them.
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