After receiving frustrating news last week about my teacher placement, I had a few silver linings today. I emailed my co-teacher to introduce myself. She responded quickly and pleasantly. She said “I’m excited to work with you too” and that I could contact her if needed at any time. Then she said that she’d ordered a desk for me. That gesture might be standard procedure, but I felt it was very welcoming; to literally give me a space in June months before I’ll even set foot in the door is a good omen. It’s not exactly how I pictured, but maybe it will work out for the best.
And then, I got some more unexpected positivity. I asked my niece (who’s in 7th grade) what I should expect when teaching middle school. She got really excited and exclaimed, “You HAVE to be prepared for what comes out of us!”
“You mean stinky body smells?” I asked.
“No, the words that we say!” she said with a grin. “We are crazy and we say A LOT of bad words. My teacher says bad words, too, sometimes.”
“Yeah. He says the ‘c’ word sometimes.”
“Yeah, sometimes he says ‘crap.’ I sit near him so he sometimes says it and doesn’t know I can hear him.”
“Anything else I should know about 7th graders?”
“There are A LOT of weirdos. You have to be ready for that.”
Just like that, I felt just a twinge of hope that, maybe, just maybe, this might work out. My co-teacher seemed welcoming and a real, live, 7th grader showed me how fun they can be. photo credit: Bruce Turner via flickr