By the time my afternoon classes started at 3pm, I was already exhausted. I literally thought if I was home [home being U.S.A.] this would be a day to go home "sick." Don't worry I stuck through it. Plus, I'm fairly certain if I was truly ill I still would not be allowed to go home.
As I, with my dreary eyes, walked into 3rd period my hyperactive 8 year olds ran up to me screaming their random thoughts. I immediately went into robot mode. As I'm getting the classroom together I only respond with "yes," "yes," and "wow." I know this sounds horrible, but anyone who has worked with kids knows how tiring some things are and how it's difficult to always engage in every little thing an 8 year old wants to tell you. As I finish writing the necessary information on the white board I turn to see Kayla standing right behind me. She points to her backpack and says, "Angel Teacher, I have your wings." This immediately changed my mood! It was probably one of the funniest things that has happened.
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