Open house week at KC. The stress. The formality. I'm just glad it is over.
Imagine a trumped up version of parent/teacher conferences in which the students have to rehearse and memorize an hour long presentation to demonstrate their English proficiency. Amazingly they all sat still for the entire thing.
All the kids' moms came in to watch and afterwards they had a Q&A with me which mostly consisted of me telling them how wonderful each of their students are while trying not to overshadow anyone.
It went well for the most part. The kids have come along way since I started working with them and it is nice to see the progression. I can't help but wonder what they'll be like in 20 years...when they are my age now.
I've been thinking about dropping a line to all my old elementary teachers to let them know what I've been up to. Some of them know. When I visit my parents, I see Mrs. B. at church and she still says things like 'There's my famous first grader.' Somehow, despite growing up, all of the hundreds of students she has taught are still her 'famous first graders'. I kinda like it.
Do your elementary teachers know what you grew up to be? I'm sure they'd love to hear from you.