Everyone loves presents! Teachers get all kinds of presents: good, bad, scary (once I got a dead ladybug). For some reason, last Wednesday was "present day" for me.
The day did start out nicely:
One little guy gave me some ladybug cups with chocolate in them and a very sweet card as a thank you gift.
One of my sweetest little girls told me she was saving up money to buy me the movie "New Moon" but I told her the thought of buying it was the best present.
Our lovely retiring Media Specialist passed on to me Ms. Green from "The Teacher from the Black Lagoon!" I have all of those books...(teacher, class, principal, librarian, secretary, etc...)
And then our beautiful, wonderful, super secretary gave me this great jewelry creation (which was ruined in the storm by the way...) I had left a piece of popcorn on her desk the day before.
The best part, the VERY BEST PART of the day was when Mrs. Burns' class brought me a HUGE ladybug bedazzled birthday sign and sang me "Happy Birthday". It made me smile for like an hour. And again just now when I saw this picture and remembered.
And then the SUPER STORM OF JUNE 2010 happened at dismissal time! This included me running from two portables gathering children and book bags then sprinting shoe-less to car rider line and back several times looking for "missing" children.
Facebook status from the day:
We lived through it, and all the kids were found. The SUPER STORM OF JUNE 2010 gave me the gift of extra quality time with our car riders. One of my next year students and I had a long discussion on the types of books my library will have to have in order to interest him. I have a feeling he will be giving me some blog material.
After school, I got the gift of getting to take pictures of the school's damage:
My shoes gave me this present. Gross, I know.
I started these presents for my students that night. We all read a story on my computer and I put it on iTunes. They are each getting a copy of the cd and my "Cup full of Love".
The poem says this:
All of these presents are reminders of how much I love my job. And all I have to do is look back and think of these things on tough days (like last Friday...long story). How am I going to get through the kids' last day? Maybe I should give my nose the present of soft tissues.