Just for the record,
the actual English translation of the word
So from now on, whenever you hear or ever see the word
kindergarten, just go ahead and substitute it for crazy-kids-with-running-
(In kindergarten, singing the ABCs hip-hop version
is waaay cooler than the traditional song you're used to.)
Week six and we've pretty much seen it all. (I won't get into the nitty-gritty details,
but use your imagination and if you can think it, chances are one of our
five year olds has probably said or done it. And if it wasn't
one of the kinds in our class, there're 75 other darling 5 year olds
just down the hall who have it taken care of.)
Being a teacher, well, student teacher that is, is a whooole lot
tougher than I thought it would be.
It's not just hanging out with cute kids all day like
I imagined. (Once again, I will spare the gory
details for fear of being a complainer - nobody like complainers.)
I appreciate my evenings much more than I ever have.
And sitting? Who knew I'd enjoy the simple act of sitting down as
much as I do now! Especially in adult sized chairs.
On another note...
Labor Day Weekend at Blue Ridge Reservoir :]
Heading out to the reservoir!