I made it! I made it! I made it!
The first week is officially over (even though it was only three days, but it still counts) and I survived. I am *still* loving my class and loving being back in the classroom. This little (albeit, crowded with 30 kids) group of new first graders is all about every little thing I do. If I read a story, they ask for another one. If I sing a song, they want to do it again. If I say it’s time to go home, they say, “Already? Nooooo!”
I KNOW!! Not one of them has cried. I tend to have them in shock for most of the first day so they don’t know that they can cry (and probably should). The second day is usually when I sink in. This crazy lady is going to be their teacher. Then school for the whole livelong day sinks in, too. Dramatically. Which produces tears on their part and mine.
But not this year.
I also assigned them spots in line (number order because it really helps with all of the “She cut me!” and “I was first!” and pushing and shoving and kids stepping on my feet and THIS CLASS REMEMBERS WHERE THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE. With the exception of two little ones who are really young, but everyone else helps them by pulling on their arms and yanking them back into place. It’s a real love fest.
This is the best honeymoon ever.
Anywho . . .
Once upon a time, like three days ago, I took pictures of my kids on the first day of school in all of their glory. And I was really proud of my idea because it was different from the frames that our kinder teachers do. I wanted to switch it up a bit for the parents.
Then I posted that pic on my blog.
And then I received a couple of comments.
Apparently, my placement of the students made it seem as if a bear was giving birth to each kid as they held up their adorable flag banner announcing that they were in first grade.