The original idea for this blog came on the 72nd day of school. I think that was the first day I truly thought that walking out the door and living life under a bridge might just be more suitable than teaching.
Please don't get it twisted. I love teaching.
That is when I actually get the chance to...well...TEACH.
This blog is going to be a little different for those of you that choose to read it. This blog will be told from a different perspective. I know you are accustomed to the blogs from teachers with smiling faces and color coordinated classrooms. Truth be told those chicks get on my last nerve. Every day for them is an adventure! The children come to school ready to learn with parents that are ready to guide their learning. They and their parents look to you as a god (or goddess as the case may be). they will do any thing to help little Susie be the best she can be.
Yeah. I hate those chicks.
This blog is going to come to you from a different source. From an inner city teacher that wants the best for her kids, but is often treated like a glorified baby sitter. A teacher who is always on the paper chase...and by that I mean in search of a few extra sheets of paper to make the last few copies (right quick).
A teacher...who as of the 72 was tired and as of the 134 is wait for Spring break with baited breath.
Hang on...put your seat belts on...it's gonna be a bumpy ride!!
Please don't get it twisted. I love teaching.
That is when I actually get the chance to...well...TEACH.
This blog is going to be a little different for those of you that choose to read it. This blog will be told from a different perspective. I know you are accustomed to the blogs from teachers with smiling faces and color coordinated classrooms. Truth be told those chicks get on my last nerve. Every day for them is an adventure! The children come to school ready to learn with parents that are ready to guide their learning. They and their parents look to you as a god (or goddess as the case may be). they will do any thing to help little Susie be the best she can be.
Yeah. I hate those chicks.
This blog is going to come to you from a different source. From an inner city teacher that wants the best for her kids, but is often treated like a glorified baby sitter. A teacher who is always on the paper chase...and by that I mean in search of a few extra sheets of paper to make the last few copies (right quick).
A teacher...who as of the 72 was tired and as of the 134 is wait for Spring break with baited breath.
Hang on...put your seat belts on...it's gonna be a bumpy ride!!