Today felt like a long day. By the time the last class came through, my head was pounding and my back hurt. This was a large group of first graders, whose greatest strength is not their self control. I felt so awful that I just wasn’t doing my best teaching. It felt like all I could do to get them through the glazing of their pinch pots. Afterwards, I gave them “free choice” time.
I like quiet classes, but at this point I didn’t have it in me to crack the whip to attain that. About all I could do was to bide my time and make sure no one was hurting anyone else.
When two little kiddies asked me if they could help clean the tables, I was so thankful. The tables had glaze residue on them and I wasn’t looking forward to cleaning the mess myself. I could have asked for volunteers, but that even felt beyond me. So these happy little ones really helped me a lot. They warmed my heart just for their kindness. I am thankful for people who offer their help before you ask for it.