For one day, I gave eight children the pleasure of telling an adult how it's done.
I sat in the big, important desk chair.
Sixteen sets of eyes looked
to me expectantly.
I dug back in the archives of my
Math Memory.
I dusted off words like
"molecule" and "solar system".
I answered questions from people
with waving hands.
I read Charlotte's Web
and practiced my "Uncle" voice.
I hung my coat on the hook on the wall.
I carried my lunch like a child again.
They called me Mrs. Eicher.
I was a substitute.
I was a substitute.
They called me Mrs Eicher.
I carried my lunch like a child again.
I hung my coat on the hook on the wall.
I read Charlotte's Web
and practiced my "Uncle" voice.
I answered questions from people
with waving hands.
I dusted off words like
"molecule" and "solar system".
I dug back in the archives of my
Math Memory.
Sixteen sets of eyes looked
to me expectantly.
For one day, I gave eight children the pleasure of telling an adult how it's done.
4 comments:
LRM, I accidentally deleted your comment 😏 But in reply, they were 3rd and 4th graders.
They're at a nice stage between the relatively dependent first and second graders and the transitional teens. Were any of the students your children? If so, did that seem a little awkward?
LRM
None of my children are in that classroom 🙂
What a sweet memory for you. I remember my first preschool class I taught way back in the 80s when I was a young whippersnapper. Those children were so special to me.
As a matter of fact I still have one of the Christmas presents one of my students gave me. It's a lead crystal clock made in West Germany. I like looking at it because of it's a reminder that Germany was once split into two countries.
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