Did you think I was never coming back? I was beginning to wonder, myself. It's been a hectic few weeks as I've been getting my own classroom ready for the beginning of the year.
This picture by Normal Rockwell cracks me up. I love how the kids are sitting so straight and still. That never happens! At least not in my school. But I love them anyway.
I got thinking about school as I was planning this post. (Yeah, I think through what I'm going to write ahead of time. Usually. Sometimes. Ok, just this one.)
And I remembered an old clipping from the newspaper I found with the old pictures. It was a about the Bullock School. From what my Grandma was telling me, all of her older brothers and sisters went there.
Here's a picture of the inside of it in 1939. It's hard to make out all of the faces. I should probably check it out on the microfilm and get a better copy made.
Can you imagine teaching in a one room school house? A friend of mine did and I have to say, I don't think it's for me. Of course I teach in the city with 30 students just in my first grade and I know that's not for everyone either.
We had Enrollment Night the other night. While I dread this evening (it marks the final crazy countdown to the first day of school), I love it too. If you're a teacher, then you know that any child that walks through your door becomes your kid. And sure enough, even those 3rd graders (my first class here) stop down and see me. They remember what it was like 2 years ago when they were first graders. They laugh at memories or oooh and aaah at the changes I've made. They're super excited to tell their younger siblings all about me.
Makes me wonder what it'll be like 20 years from now.
