This morning I went to the elementary school; it's next door to HHS.
After walking through the hall, I said a prayer of thanks that I do not teach anyone younger than fourteen. As much as I moan and groan about my hoodlums, I'll take teen angst over whinny voices, runny noses and ultra short attention spans.
Don't get me wrong, I love children. I had one once. I even played with her. There's something though about a roomful of five year olds that sends me over the edge. I admire the patience elementary school teachers have with their charges. My hat's off to them.
Oh, then there's the whole we-have-to-cover-every-inch-of-wall-with-this-and-that; too much visual stimulation for these old, worn out eyes. The old eyeballs are still trying to recover.
I'm most definately where I need to be. Umm, shhh, don't tell my punks, they might get the idea that I like them and then, well, never mind.