The Best Engish Teacher in the World

A previous post was all about my math teacher husband sucking at math. Because of that, I feel obligated to share my latest foible.

I am teaching English 12 this semester. I have a fantastic class, almost all kids that I have either taught before or at least have some experience with.

Because I feel comfortable with them, I decided to try something new. I always have my English classes write periodic journals to go along with their larger assignments. For this class, however, I decided that I would keep a class blog and, they would all keep individual blogs.

So, on the third day of class, I am explaining the blog idea to them. I have already created the class blog and am showing them what is on it, how it will work, etc. Some of the students who have iPhones are already creating their accounts and trying to find my blog to "follow". Alas, it is not showing up.

So, I get down to the detectiving stage. Why can't they find it? Here it is; I can find it; I am on the page right now.

I look up to the page address.

http://msbsengish12.blogspot.com

I spelled English wrong.

Some English teacher I am!

I'm back!

I'm back in the teaching world. From October 2010 to January 2012 (longer if you count the mind-crushing fatigue that came April-December 2010), I've been busy. First I finished growing a baby, then I had said baby, and finally, I raised that same boy for the best year of my life.

Now, I'm back! I was very nervous to come back to teaching, classrooms, students, and homework, but, after having been back for the last month, I have to admit I am really enjoying my time at school. Yes, I miss my baby, Ducky. Yes, I miss my mommy friends. Yes, I miss the break I get during nap times. Yes, I miss the constant cuddles throughout the day.

BUT....

I enjoy talking to people who speak in sentences. I enjoy not having to change diapers (at least for a portion of every day). I enjoy driving my car without having to scream The Wheels on the Bus over and over. I enjoy not having my necklaces ripped from my throat. I enjoy not having cookie mashed into my pants. I enjoy watching students finally understand. I enjoy being called Ms. B.

It is a balance I guess. Missing out on some things at home, but being granted others that I just cannot find there. In some ways, I am sure I am learning to appreciate my time at home more.

Still, sometimes it is hard. I think about what Ducky could possibly being doing, if he has fallen asleep yet, eaten a good lunch, had a drink of water lately, and I feel a little sad that I am not there with him. But then, the class moves on, we start a new assignment, and my mind is distracted from home-life, and focused back on school life.