10 Days

As we were leaving school this afternoon, I happily exclaimed to the van full of kiddos, “No school for a week!”  I yelled just as loud as the kids.  My son then announced that there were actually ten days until we have to be “back at that place.” 

My smile got bigger. 

After the day I had at that institution I call work, I am not certain that ten days is enough to recuperate from the craziness that comes with my profession.  It was indeed nutty around that first grade room today.  Had a rocky start.  Two water bottles soaked two students’ handbags and clothing.  Water was also all over the floor.    I could go on about my morning.  Out of desperation I asked my co-worker who is in my classroom all morning to start calendar time but she declined as she sat there in her chair ever so calmly.  I had to remind myself over and over of the Fruit of the Spirit we had JUST finished discussing during devotions.  I was thinking not so nice thoughts.  UUUGH!

I got called into a meeting over lunch, realized that I must get my newsletter typed and copied to send home, attempted to grade the stack of papers (that I hate to admit mostly ended up in the trash – yep, teachers do that).  Oh!  And add to all of that the normal:

“My pencil broke.”

“My finger is bleeding!” (accompanied by frantic searching for the wound)

“I can’t find my journal.”

“She has the book I want.”

“I don’t know how to do this.”

“B touched me!”  (B is the said discipline issue today.)

“EEEWWWWW . . .  B just licked her desk.” 

“B took my pencil!”

 “He is looking at me funny.”

“What page?”

“How do you spell _____________?”

“I need a new eraser.”

“Is it recess time?”

“Can I take Monty the Monkey home this weekend?’

“I need  a cough drop.”

“What do I do now?”

“My tummy feels funny.”

“Mrs K is 37 and is way old. ”  Thanks, kid.

“I can’t find my jacket.”  You mean the one that is on top of the pile of ten jackets on the floor? 

I must confess that I questioned my choice of profession several times (esp when I kept glancing over at my co-worker sitting there working on her lesson plans).  Fruit of the Spirit popped back into my mind. 

My normal departure time of 1:50pm was delayed.  As I was gathering my items to leave and hopefully run to the gym to get my Thursday 4 miles in, I was approached with a major discipline problem.  Great.  Mom came up for a productive talk but of course by the time I could catch my breath, I realized that it was pointless to have my carpool partner drive all the way to pick up our dumplings.  So the secretary made a quick phone call as I finished putting out a few more fires. 

Not only was I dealing with fires that accompany my job but the diagnostician delivered papers for educational testing for my oldest.  The list of concerns was longer than I had expected.  Of course we have to pay for this said evaluation and the cost sort of overwhelmed me (we are a private school, remember).  Of course some of the requests involve seeing an actual doctor or therapist.  Unfortunately, we really do not have insurance at this time so some of the referrals will have to wait.

I was happy when my son did remind me that ten days would pass until I would have to put my protective gear back on and get back into the fires. 

I also realized (at 4:35) that I had yet to eat anything worth calling lunch.

10 Days.  10 glorious days. 

I do so pray they are enough to boost my energy and my spirits to complete this task called teaching.  The good Lord knows that even though the past month of teaching has gone very smoothly and my love for it has returned, a break is a MUST. 


To be totally random, I wanted to add a photo of the four reasons why I am so glad to be off for TEN days (have I already mentioned that?):


And the boy?  Oh where, oh where can he be?

Running away from the camera.  Have you noticed that there are very few decent pics of the Lad? 


I know my camera is AWFUL at moving targets but this somehow captures how hard it is for me to snap a shot of his face.  I took 26 photos of the lad and NONE of them displayed his cute little freckled face.

Maybe I can capture one over the next ten days.



  1. Posted February 20, 2009 at 9:00 am | Permalink

    Awww! LOVED this post! The school quotes cracked me up! And I am so glad that I’m not the only teacher that made piles of papers mysteriously diappear from my grading pile. Oh! And the pic of Lad running away is great…so perfect! Happy 10 day vaca!

  2. Pam
    Posted February 21, 2009 at 9:26 am | Permalink

    My favorite part is about the disappearing papers, LOL! Between you, me, and the lamp post, I really don’t want to go back to the classroom. I’m still praying about the future.

  3. Posted February 21, 2009 at 3:11 pm | Permalink

    Hope your ten days are going well and give you enough energy to last the rest of the year!

  4. Posted February 22, 2009 at 10:04 pm | Permalink

    I have to say that just reading that was enough to practically make me hyperventilate – ack! Oh, the guilt of those papers that went in the trash! Actually I worked at one school where most of the papers we did had to be put in order with the highest grade on top and the lowest on bottom; then I had to fill out a sheet with how many of each letter grade the class had. We had to turn those in, and the principal would go through them before we could show the students, send them home to be signed, then file them in my cabinet! It was crazy!

    Anyway, happy 10 days!

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