Things I Cannot Do
Nov. 6th, 2017 06:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serafina20There are things I cannot do. I can’t go on a scary roller coaster. I can’t convince my cats they aren’t starving to death at 5 in the morning. And, apparently, I can’t read a sad book to my class without crying.
I thought I could do it. I really did. I knew what was coming. I just read the book recently. I thought I was prepared.
But I get to the sad part and my eyes welled up and my voice caught and I just could not believe it.
I don’t even know how much the kids are understanding the book. I’m lucky if I’m able to read to them once a week. It’s a big, complicated book. They cheer when I pulled it out, but then a handful of them just don’t seem to be listening. But others are. One girl was wiping tears away (which made my tears well up again). And a boy said that the part made him said. I told him it was okay because it was a sad part. I was sad too.
The rest of the kids just seemed excited that their teacher was crying. Well, get used to it, kids, because it’s going to happen again. I can almost guarantee it.
In other news, it’s another crazy week. We’re CELT testing, which is the test English learners take to see how well they speak, read, write, and understand English. It took all morning until lunch and we do it again tomorrow, but just in the morning. Then, during recess, the second grade teachers get to meet with the principal to discuss another test we’ve given the kids. All that, plus library, it’ll be another day where I’ll be shoving teaching in where I can. And then we have Friday off. Yay!
I thought I could do it. I really did. I knew what was coming. I just read the book recently. I thought I was prepared.
But I get to the sad part and my eyes welled up and my voice caught and I just could not believe it.
I don’t even know how much the kids are understanding the book. I’m lucky if I’m able to read to them once a week. It’s a big, complicated book. They cheer when I pulled it out, but then a handful of them just don’t seem to be listening. But others are. One girl was wiping tears away (which made my tears well up again). And a boy said that the part made him said. I told him it was okay because it was a sad part. I was sad too.
The rest of the kids just seemed excited that their teacher was crying. Well, get used to it, kids, because it’s going to happen again. I can almost guarantee it.
In other news, it’s another crazy week. We’re CELT testing, which is the test English learners take to see how well they speak, read, write, and understand English. It took all morning until lunch and we do it again tomorrow, but just in the morning. Then, during recess, the second grade teachers get to meet with the principal to discuss another test we’ve given the kids. All that, plus library, it’ll be another day where I’ll be shoving teaching in where I can. And then we have Friday off. Yay!
