One of my students brought in her kindergarten yearbook today. It was fun to see the old pictures of some of the kids I teach now and marvel at how much they've grown up in the last six years. What made it even more of a bonus was that I've been teaching at my school long enough that I knew lots of kids from every grade, K-5, in that yearbook, and it was very entertaining looking through and picking them out with my current students.
In that spirit, I pulled out my collection of the ID cards we get from the school photo company every year. A perk of the contract, they serve no practical need, and so I have all of mine, dating back to 1993, stored away in the top drawer of my desk.
I was touched at how eager the students were to look through all of them, comparing my hair and my clothes year by year, but it was the comment of Mr. 7-11, from yesterday's post, that really hit home.
"Wow!" he said, looking from me to all the tiny images of me spread across the desk. "This job really ages you!"
In that spirit, I pulled out my collection of the ID cards we get from the school photo company every year. A perk of the contract, they serve no practical need, and so I have all of mine, dating back to 1993, stored away in the top drawer of my desk.
I was touched at how eager the students were to look through all of them, comparing my hair and my clothes year by year, but it was the comment of Mr. 7-11, from yesterday's post, that really hit home.
"Wow!" he said, looking from me to all the tiny images of me spread across the desk. "This job really ages you!"
Only if he means “ages” as one might describe a fine wine, growing more valuable every year.
ReplyDeleteseriously? "This job really ages you?" There need to be consequences. LOL
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