5.08.2013

The Pen and the Pumpkin Seeds


As I said a few posts ago school has been CRAZY for the past few weeks, and will probably continue to get crazier until we release into the wild uhh I mean let them out for summer break. 

Last Thursday was the first day in almost 6 years of bing involved with a classroom (4 college years and 2 "real" teaching years) that I wanted to walk out of the classroom and not return, Friday I was reminded why I do come back. 

Middle school can be compared to the universe if ANYTHING is even the slightest bit different the world can erupt into a big blazing ball of fire and life as we know it is ruined. For the past two weeks I have had a different schedule with almost completely different students and no conference period, so life is a little different aka we've all been walking around and acting like we were on fire Thursday during the last hour of the day I melted down. One child stole one of my brand new sharpie pens and one child stole a bag of pumpkin seeds from my snack cupbard. Two things, on a normal day, I would have laughed made a witty comment and moved on with life, but like I said last week was not normal.


I LOST IT. 
Like almost-crying-gave-a-semi-incoherent-teacher-speech-on-being-disappointed-hands-waving-wildy-that-bell-better-ring-now kind of lost it.

I left and came home and ate chips and salsa and drink a glass of wine in bed and then started sobbing in the middle of dinner... in public while wearing black pants and a navy blue t-shit. Yall I WAS A MESS. Clearly. 

Friday I put coordinating colors on,so I could at least remedy one of my Thursday indiscretion, and geared up for another long day of fighting fires. Two things happened with in the first hour of school that restored my faith in my students and reminded me why I do what I do.

1. A student (not the one who stole it) went out and bought me a new sharpie pen.
2. The student who stole the bag of pumpkin seeds left two bags on my desk. 

After the shock of middle schoolers being kind, generous and doing the right thing wore off I was struck with a feeling I thought would only be reserved for my biological children. I was proud. It was a small peek into who they will become when the hormones subside and the drama fades. If this is who they are going to become I feel a whole lot better about their future. 

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13 comments:

put a bow on it [kaitlyn] said...

First off, I would cry a river if someone stole my sharpie pens. I'm kind of obsessed. So glad they were thoughtful and gave the seeds back (plus some!).

Secondly - it sounds like you need a happy hour. How does Monday sound? :)

Lauren said...

Aww, when I did teacher training I wanted your job (decided it wasn't for me, though) and EVERYONE only focused on how bad middle schoolers can be. I'm glad you're pointing out that they aren't all monsters, all the time!

Meg Cady said...

Um yes. YES YES YES.
Seriously... HH with you might get me through the rest of this hell week!

Catherine said...

I can totally relate to that end of the school year craziness. When I was teaching first grade, I had a student take my smelly markers and put them in her desk. I just about lost it! But them I remembered that she was 6 and didn't need to see her ADULT teacher cry. I sympathize with you! Let the summer countdown begin (or continue on)!!!! You can make it!

Johanna said...

I totally understand. I've wanted to jump out the window of my classroom and run to my car a few times the past few weeks.
All the pre-teens are loosing their minds!
They do show kindness at the best times though :)

Jessica @ Lovely Little Things said...

OH MY. It sounds like I need to fly my butt on over to TX and let these kids know what's up.
And hug the sweet ones who made your day better.

SUMMER IS SO CLOSE.
SO, SO CLOSE.

I just love you a ton.
You're gonna kill these next few weeeeeeks!

Kati - Incorporating Color said...

Oh, girl, I hear you loud and clear. I'm finding myself on the verge of a meltdown myself. I'm not sure what it is - either they're rowdier or I'm less patient - but it is definitely time for a few weeks without sassy eighth graders and idiots who put their pants on their arms... But I'm also really glad to hear your kids are redeeming themselves. Honestly, I'm not sure my kids would do the same thing. But maybe they would. :)

Sally said...

Glad your Friday was better than your Thursday. Hang in there! You can do it... hang in there... summer really is coming!

Whitney said...

Can I invite myselffff? :)

Whitney said...

You are so strong for being a teacher, seriously. I knew that it wasn't something that I could handle, so I'm so thankful for those of you that are amazing enough to be able to do it. I hope you have a million more amazing days that remind you why you decided to become a teacher in the first place. I know you're an amazing one.

Jes said...

Oh girl, it happens to the best of us! There was a week (not too long ago) that I cried every single day. Talk about embarassing. I'm glad you pulled through and the week ended well!

The notes on the pins cracked me up.

Lindsay @ Trial By Sapphire said...

What a breath of fresh air those Friday morning surprises must have been! I know I'm late in blog reading, but I hope this week has been much better. It's (nearly) Friday!

Darby Hawley said...

They occasionally redeem themselves and it is a great feeling of pride. I'm so glad that they returned your things and that you taught them what it feels like to be violated and disrespected. They learned from you.