Summer School

I've been teaching summer school since the beginning of June. During the regular school year, I teach 5th grade, but for summer they asked me to teach 3rd. I have successfully learned patience in the last month! They are so much more dependent and so much smaller than 5th graders. They are also little fibbers! One little boy insisted that his dad was an astronaut and was pretty much believed until one day his mom came in. The 2nd grade teacher said to her, "That is so cool that your husband is an astronaut! We will have to have him come in and speak to us!" The mom looked at her like she was crazy. Miss Palmer then said, "Your son told us that his dad is an astronaut." The mom just started to laugh and finally said, "No. My husband is a truck driver." Well, truck driver--astronaut--pretty close, right? I will be pretty glad for July 2nd when I'm done and get to have a "teacher's summer", and absolutely thrilled when the next school year starts and I get a whole new class to torture. I love my job and feel really blessed that I have it. I laugh really hard every day and get paid to talk and have fun all day. It's pretty much the best job that 4 years of college can buy.