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Little kid eats buggers and then tries to kill me!
I know it sounds crazy. But it's true. The little ones do eat their buggers on a constant basis. I see it happen everyday in the art classroom. When I see a wee one go on a digging, I often just give them "the look," to get them to cut it out. "The look" often works out. You see, I don't want to embarrass them in front of all of their friends by asking them in front of everyone to put their finger elsewhere. I'm just that kind of person.
I've been sick for a few days now. I am a new comer to the teacher world. When freaking out all summer long about student teaching, it never once entered my mind to stock up on vitamin C. With all the sneezing, coughing, and bugger picking, it is a must.
Well I know you are wondering about the kid that tried to kill me. There where actually two such children, that came to me in seperate dreams. In both of these dreams they tried to stab me, but didn't succeed. After the fact, I tried to help one out by tutoring him in math, and the other one I tried to befriend by going through his art portfolio with him and giving him tips.
I have been thinking about these weird dreams for a few days now and have come to realize what they are all about. I feel a constant struggle between having time to make art, and living my life. I am giving my all to student teaching. I love those kids, and they deserve teachers who are willing to teach them to the best of their ability. Since school started, I have not had much time to work on art at home. I think this is precisely what those dreams are about. Part of me feels like teaching is going to kill the artist in me. When I really analyze those dreams I realize that I can have both. In neither dream did I let them get the best of me. I won't let real life do it either.
Life is a balancing act. If anyone has time to spare please let me know. But for now, I will look more into time management.






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at 09:26 on May 14th, 2009
your a dumass