I’d like to start off by saying I have nothing to hide.
I’m an open book.
I’ll tell you everything I know, plus even some things I don’t know (but think I have a pretty good idea about), and then I’ll even tell you some things I shouldn’t tell you (because it’s not my business, but I can’t help it), and, by the way, when you suffer from FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) as I do, it makes me feel as if I have to be in the know all of the time so that I can tell you even more things.
Like I said — Open Book.
I’m even this way in my classroom.
It’s true. Come on in.
There are those times When Someone Walks In.
And things aren’t going as planned.
You know what I’m talking about.
This year, I have a student who needs a full-time aide which means someone is always in my room. And, although she is working with that student, and she is not my aide, and she is busy with that student, I still feel as if I AM BEING WATCHED.
ALL OF THE TIME.
EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY.
Which makes me feel as if I’m on all of the time.
There is no time to just . . . well . . . not suck in my gut, for one thing.
I have a thirty minute period in which my aide goes to lunch and it is GLORIOUS.
I’m telling you – that 30 minute time period is FILLED WITH UNICORNS AND BUTTERFLIES AND PUPPIES AND MY GUT HANGING OUT.
And, I am an open book. I’m not hiding anything. It’s not as if the aide leaves the room and I become a grumpy ole teacher who yells and puts the fear of THOU SHALT NOT HAVE FUN IN THIS CLASSROOM BECAUSE NO ONE IS WATCHING AND SO EVERYONE JUST SIT DOWN AND BE QUIET, IT’S TIME FOR MY NAP ALREADY.
If anything, I almost feel as if I become a better teacher when no one is in the room.
I’m more relaxed. I act even crazier than I normally do. Because it’s just the kids and me and I don’t have an adult in the room wondering if they should call for back-up and a straight jacket stat, she’s lost her ever loving mind, I’ve never seen a case this bad.
Today, my aide had to leave early so my administrator had another aide from a different class take over.
And when she walked in . . . well . . . it was her first time to ever come in my classroom and we were Whipping The Nae Nae.
Watch me Whip.
Watch me Nae Nae.
And I can do it like nobody’s business, let me tell you.
That poor aide.
PS It was a brain break with a purpose because we are learning about digraphs this week and whip has a digraph, just in case you were wondering.
Not that it matters.
Because brain breaks are important for all of us, if you ask me.