Good old Nicholasville, Kentucky. A slightly bigger version of Paris that happens to be in closer proximity to Lexington (to which you must travel from both of these towns to do pretty much anything other than grocery shop). I like it. :)
Well, I survived the first three days of school. and more than survived; I actually had fun. :) My kids are the sweetest and I really think that the "bad" things that happened can be shaped pretty easily in the future. Some notable moments.
1. One child insists on calling me "Hamilton". All day, from across the room I hear, "Hey, Hamilton! Did you know..." "Hey, Hamilton! I like..." I really hesitate in correcting him because I CRACK up every time I hear it.
2. After reading aloud a story and asking the class a question about the main character, one child raises their hand and I call on them.
Student: How 'bout we answer that question...with another question.
Me: Ok.
Student: (long pause) How did God really get her here anyway???
Me: (shocked expression) Ok, I see that (insert another student's name here) has a question. Let's move on.
:)
3. I lost a child. Only for a very short amount of time, and to little fault of my own (I count heads approximately 5,397 times daily) but it scared me to death. This child, bless her little spacey heart, will be attached to my hand the rest of the year, ha.
Also--Axl said his first independent prayer today. We have been asking him for a while but he refuses and will only repeat what we say. Today he was READY to eat some rice, so when asked he folded his arms and said "Heavy Fada. Tank tu for daaaaay. da da du. ayyyyyyyyyymen.
1 comment:
I'm glad my three year old is not the only three year old that isn't amazing at saying their own prayers. I hear about other kids doing super well in this department, and sometimes I get a complex.
Another another note, sounds like you are an awesome teacher! Yay!
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