I've been on plenty of field trips over the past six years, but for some reason today was different. I think I was in a bad mood. I'd kinda been roped into chaperoning. I was
To add to my already irritated state, I was stuck in the group with the chaperoning dad and no teacher. We were left all alone with eleven third-graders. I think I'd have done better with the same number of ex-cons. They might have at least flirted with me to keep things interesting. Instead, I had to:
- Spell stuff ("chrysalis")
- Deal with disappointment ("Sorry, we won't have time to make it to the third treehouse")
- Remind them that they weren't the only visitors in the park ("Slow down. Watch where you're going. Try to avoid trampling other guests!")
- Reprimand ("Please stop playing with your water bottle; it's distracting")
- Provide updates on the time ("Only 10 more minutes till lunch; will you make it without passing out?")
- Entertain the lone ranger ("I'll stay with Susie-Q while the rest of you go through the maze")
- Manage potty breaks ("Anyone else have to go...AGAIN?")
I don't know how you teachers do it. The patience. The empathy. The genuine love and care you show day-in and day-out. I'm in awe; I salute you; and I deem each and every one of you a Freakin' Angel. Enjoy your well-deserved summer off!
[P.S. I'll buy a drink for the first person who responds to this post (in the blog comment section) with the three good reasons to be a teacher!]