Kindergarden.
The age of play, new things, and acceptable public nose picking.
Music class should be fun, right? I should look forward to teaching Kindergarden music every day.
I don't know if it's because it's the last classes of my day, perhaps the kids are worn out by then. Or maybe being ornery is just more interesting than being able to freely bang on bongos and xylophones. Either way, teaching Kindergarden is like a coin toss. Every time I walk through the door I'm thinking, "what's it going to be today??"
Last week, every class went smoothly. Even the kindergarden class that is ALWAYS awful was pretty good. Then I walked into my last Wednesday class.
Long story short, by the time their teacher came back, I had 3 kids crying, one kid tangled up in my computer wires, two jumping up and down on tables making monkey noises (literally) and one scaling the bookcase. The other ones were just busy wreaking unimaginable havoc. I had had enough. I ran out the door yelling "good luck!!" over my shoulder.
Poor Mrs. Allen.
Needless to say, the next week I was greeted at the door by a stack of "I'm Sorry" letters from each one of the kids. They were amazing. Every single one was unique, decorated with drawings of flowers and hearts and self portraits of them holding my hand. They all had their interpretation of how to spell "I'm Sorry Miss Kym" and some of them even had more, like "I'm sorry for whispering in someone's ear" or "I'm sorry for not singing."
The winner??
This little gem:
Well, if my leg was hurting and I had a cavity, I would be pretty miserable too.
All is forgiven, Lilly.
As for the other ones... what was your excuse????
