when i got to work i figured i would be punished for past misdeeds. i am subbing for my high school choir director and am sharing an office with my junior high music teacher. for some reason i took out all angst regarding my teenage years on these two individuals. obviously i was still a degree of good kid. but, since i never atoned, i feel constantly guilty around them. for being the student that made them repeat a mantra. i am a teacher for a greater purpose. or they know not what they do. i have certainly told myself that this week, harkening back to memories of frazzled, shrill substitutes screaming and completely going bonkers. there's just so much prologue to each class period. the way their usual teacher behaves. where the kids wake up each morning and every single interaction they have before they arrive in class. i know ownership eventually is ours and we must choose our own behavior. but. after the stuff that i know goes on at home and in the hallways, i don't really expect them to completely internalize that.
the other day when i was at the middle school i wrote to cole, middle school choir guru, with the only proposition that got me through the final periods of the day. to run away with capes on with only a wagon full of treats. when i opened this picture the next morning, before my middle school science class, i couldn't stop smiling out loud.
i remember walking out of the teacher's lounge at woodstock the first day that i was a full-time-- not student-- teacher. maria and i had gone shopping in the fashionable mussoorie bazaar. and i bought my teacher cape. i don't even know where it is now. but i needed it that day. and, still. sometimes you just need a cape.
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He's my choir teacher! I swear! :D :D This made me laugh so hard i cried. He's one of my favorite teachers! lol!
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