after yesterday i was wondering if i really shouldn't just run for the hills and find another job where i wouldn't have my intelligence insulted every time i turned around.
then, today, i remembered why i heart my job.
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overheard being yelled down the hallway:
"i'm not in first grade! i'm a gingergartner".
i mean, if there are gingerbread men and gingerbread boys, why can't they be gingergartners? perhaps this is why my running friends from years past thought it was perfectly fine to sprint out of their classrooms. they were just following their destiny... "run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, i'm the gingergartner man!"
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mrs. lipstick, do we have school tomorrow?
yes i reply, wishing the answer was no, immediately dreaming about a weekend of sleep.
yeeesssss, my friend replies, oblivious to my personal longings, i love school. psstt.... whispers to the child next to him. we have school tomorrow.
the child promptly replies, yes! and does a little fist pump as though this was the best news he had heard all day.
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teach me some more words, mrs. lipstick. i want to be a smarter man. a first grade boy said to me with true confidence.
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so smart, i said to one of my first grade girls during a writing conference, kiss your brain.
yeah, the little one agreed nonchalantly. i'm a rock star.
so can't argue with that.
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