Had a teacher dream this
early morn. Anyone who is
a teacher will know exactly
what I'm talking about!
It was the last class of the
day and the last class before
vacation. Final exam time!
The kids walked in halfway
on vacation already and got
the rest going once in front
of the test.
I couldn't remember their
names . . . sooooo not moi!
They scooted their chairs
around, huddled in groups
and played music rather
than taking the final.
I picked up radios, phones,
until my arms were full.
Couldn't find my key to
open the my locked cabinet.
How could all of this be?
How could it have happened?
All of my students have ever
liked me, respected me and
I've always loved them.
Having given up on the entire
mess, I took a good look 'round.
No wonder I didn't know their
names. They weren't my kids!
My own adorable students were
Mexican kids learning English.
I had no idea who these little
monsters were.
Praise whatever woke me up,
but I had a good laugh rather
than a good cry.
Sooooo love, like, adore, all
my students from 40 years of
teaching in two countries! I
much enjoy following them
and their stories on FB. A few
have even come to visit.
Many wondrous memories
and a dream is only a dream
after all . . .
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