It's natural to reminisce.
I am taking a teacher cadet course through my high school. Basically, that means that for a semester I "learned" a bunch of theories and psycho babble about why kids don't like math and pick their noses. But much to my delight, this semester we are out of that classroom and into another.
For me, it is Mrs. Holton's kindergarten class at Lake Murray Elementary.
What is strange about this experience is that I actually had Mrs. Holton in the fourth grade, so being her assistant is pretty bizarre. Mainly because I'm not quite exactly sure how I acted in her class. I wasn't a bad student, but I certainly wasn't as cool as I am now.
What I remember from her fourth grade class is she would always have a country station playing on the radio in the mornings. She would let us play monster truck computer games before class while she sang us tasteful Toby Keith songs like "Wanna Talk About Me" and "Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue."
I remember I really liked her, especially when she gave Sam Bolos recess detention for taping the poem Corey Rhoad (my fourth grade boyfriend) wrote for me on the board. It was an acrostic poem, that spelled out Natalie, with an adjective for each letter. And it even had clip art.
I knew I shouldn't have left it in my cubbie.
My first day as a "cadet" was pretty great.
I love the kids, and Mrs. Holton is even cooler than I remembered (which helps me forgive her about the whole Toby thing).
The first thing the kids do first thing every day is morning meeting, so they can talk about their weekends and whatever else they want to share.
When asked about what he did over the weekend, this little boy Lee responded:
I saw Jesus walking to work.
Me: Okay....well, where does he work Lee?
Lee: He is very colorful.
Me:.......okay. Who else wants to share?
The whole time he was talking he was looking off in the distance and had this glazed look on his face like he was reliving every moment of this mystical event.
Well folks, there you have it!
Jesus is colorful.
Also, he walks to work.
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