Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Why I Love My Day Job

Overheard in the teacher’s lounge:
Teacher 1: “Remember the kid who glued his hand to the table, and I had to call a custodian to get a solvent that would get him unstuck?”
Teacher 2: “Remember the one who ate off the tops of several pencils, and I had to send him to the nurse to make sure he hadn’t perforated his intestines?”
Teacher 3: “Remember the one who stuffed a gum wrapper in his ear and finally had to be sent home to get it removed?”
(Collective sigh from all of them, followed by a few moments of contemplative silence.)
Teacher 1: “Hard to believe this is high school.”


  1. It's great to know that all the squirrely nimrods are NOT in elementary school. Kids are so "entertaining," the job is never dull.

  2. That is so funny - especially finding out these are kids from high school!

  3. Make that a perfect punch line.

  4. Oh, nothing surprises me. I worked in a middle school with kids who had failed a couple grades and should have been in high school. You wouldn't believe their shenanigans.

  5. How quickly they grow up...ummm, sometimes.



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