Only four 6th graders were in attendance so the first two periods of the day were a breeze. All of my 5th graders but one were in class, and their parents must have fed them candy canes, pixie sticks, and shots of espresso for for breakfast. As they jumped up and down, shaking their booties and singing Christmas carols, I called out, “It’s quiet game time, the winner gets candy.” The kids immediately shut up, writing notes back and forth trying to make their classmates lose.
After giving every kid fistfulls of candy, Mikey, Nellie, Brandi, Ollie, Dana, Mark and Dan begged to stay in my room for lunch. Feeling less grinch-like than usual, I allowed them to stay. While they devoured their pizza and french fries, I rearranged the classroom. The kids bickered and watched until it occurred to Mark to ask, “Ms. Fiend, do you need any help?”
Ollie, Dan and Dana took off immediately as they had no interest in work. Nellie organized the supply closet, making neat piles and lines of alternating highlighters and black markers. Mark rearranged the text books that other teachers have left piled in my room. Brandi cleaned desks, while Mikey played Solitaire on the computer. They gave me big hugs before they left for the afternoon assembly and I collapsed in a heap at my freshly relocated desk.
Now I am done. No more students, no more books until January 3, 2005. I’m wiped out, but feeling good. Except for my back. Because last night, after working out for 45 minutes, I stupidly decided that a yoga class would be a good idea.
We started off with this, which I’m pretty good at, moved into this (check out the variation in the pictures, I somehow managed to pull that one off as well- but only on one side), and ended with this. After four years of yoga, I’m finally able to do some of these arm balances, but the older I get, the more I feel it in my back. Which is probably why I should do more yoga.
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