I love being a male kindergarten teacher. The kids love me and I am a rockstar! Today one of my little monsters was discussing how we are a big family. He deduced that that made me the daddy. Now, remember in the community my school serves, having a daddy is rare. In fact, 85% of our students have no male figure in their lives. Him saying that is pretty insightful because for 85% of my students, I am the “dad.” Well, that got the ball rolling. The class then decided that they were going to call me “Papa” and “Big Pappy” and then “grampa!” Yeah, I need therapy now! The kids also have a fascination with my hair arms! Today one of my little monsters was rubbing my arm and she said, “Why you’re arms so hairy, Mr. Greg?” Oh, questions!
Who doesn’t have stressful days where you just want to curl up in the fetal position in a corner and sob uncontrollably until your body shuts down?! OK, so that is probably just me, but since that isn’t an option (not that I really haven’t been tempted…I have some very appealing corners to choose from!) here is how I find myself some therapy! So, I am linking up with Blog Hoppin‘ for Teacher Week and Therapeutic Thursday!
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