I’ve said it before and I will say it again: working with children is the hardest, most fulfilling job I’ve ever had. And I’ve worked in a ton of different environments, at times literally digging trenches in the rain. (Maybe I’ll make “My (Literal) Odd Jobs” a weekly feature. I would be able to run that for weeks. I have had that many jobs.) Teaching children is still the most exhausting and the most encouraging thing I’ve ever done. It is also obviously the cutest.
Fridays are usually the best days, and today did not disappoint.
I played Angry Birds with a boy in my class who is a veritable digital pig-blasting expert,
facilitated an afternoon Owl City/Wreck-It-Ralph dance party, complete with dress-up costumes, stage lights and Crayola “markerphones,”
and had the following conversation:
Five-Year-Old Child: “And he has his own cell phone. That actually makes calls.”
Me: “He sounds like a pretty interesting guy.”
Five-Year-Old Child: “I wouldn’t go that far.”
If children are the future, it looks pretty hysterical.