As delighted as I am with my mashed potato success, I must also devote at least one post to my class of 7 year olds.
So, I'm walking down the corridor during the break, back to my slightly older kids class. Feeling grouchy, feeling sick (and sick of being sick), maybe curling my lip just a bit and growling under my breath.
My 7 year olds catch sight of me, collectively squeal "Teacher Jody"!!!! race towards me, push me flat against the wall and give me a group hug.
Why in God's good name would ANYONE want to work in administration when this could be the alternative?
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