Last Friday I wasn't feeling well. My throat hurt. But it was the last Friday before winter break, and we had a holiday breakfast at school that morning, so I went. As the day wore on, my stomach began to hurt.
After the kids came back in from lunch recess, I wondered if I was going to make it through the rest of the day without puking. I made it through the 35 minutes until it was time to go to the library.
While at the library, I just sat at a table. Our Instructional Coach came out of her office, and asked me if I was ok. I said I felt pretty bad. Thinking about our afternoon, I realized that at 2:08 my kids went to music for 45 minutes, and then most of the kids would be helping to set up for the band and orchestra concert at 3 pm. Really, after 2:08, there wasn't much to do. I only needed class coverage for the dismissal time at the end of the day.
So I asked our coach what she was doing at 3:30. She said she could cover my class so that I could just go home at 2:08. Thank goodness.
When library was over, we returned to class. The first thing I did was to tell my students that I just felt really sick to my stomach, and that once they went to music, I was going to go home.
Leo then said, with anguish in his voice, "But who will take care of us?"
Isn't that sweet? "...take care of us..." was the way he put it. Not who will be our sub, or who will excuse us to go home, or who will teach us...But who will take care of us. That shows their idea of me-not just a teacher. I take care of them. Pretty tall order, I'd say. I'll do my best.
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