I love giving final exams. I honestly enjoy watching the students write them. I'm filled with goodwill and cheer when they sit in their desks and earnestly write their essays for two hours.
Sometimes they even write me little notes at the end of them:
"Ms. T--u r bomb as hell."
"Tholie-pop--i'm gonna miss u!"
And my personal favorite:
"Your [sic] the best English teacher ever!"
Sometimes the painful irony of these messages kills the goodwill and destroys the cheer.
But not this year. This year I'm all BFF and sunshine, hearts, stars, and lollipops with the children.
Thirty four more minutes, friends. Thirty. Four. Minutes.
OR SOMETHING LIKE IT
No comments:
Post a Comment