"Ms. Miller, you're gonna miss us next year."
I can't tell you how many times I've heard that from my seniors Friday and today. And I can't deny it. I am going to miss them next year. A lot. And some people will think I'm crazy because of it. Maybe I am, but I embrace it.
My students already think I'm crazy. After all, I expect them to do their homework, I save seemingly EVERYTHING in foods class, I won't let them sit on the counters, and I expect perfection in clean up. I also dance in the hallway and at prom, and won't let them set me up with one of the construction workers. (I know, I'm practically insane!)
It's part of life, a very fun part at times. Frankly, I think you have to be at least a little crazy to be a teacher. Most kids can't wait to get out of high school to make a mark on the world. And what do teachers do? We make a running sprint back to it to spend the rest of our lives in high school. Crazy right?
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