October 2, 2013
Imagine you have 40 adorable, bright-eyed kittens in charming kitten bed. You want them to follow you outside into the bright sunshine. You coax them, you call them, you entreat them, you cajole them. All at the same time. Some of them, the more timid ones, like the kitten bed. They want to stay there. They think maybe if they're quiet, you won't make them leave. Some of the kittens step paws out gingerly, slowly. Little baby kitty steps for them. Some of the kitties step right out confidently, marching along the path leading to the front door and out into the sunshine. And some of the kittens--about half, I'd say-- don't wait to see where they're going. They just hear 'GO' and barrel out the cozy kitten bed, flailing every which way, rolling, tumbling, occasionally landing on top of one another and leading each other down circuitous routes before they realize there was a destination in mind--or maybe they DID realize there was a destination in mind but wanted to take the scenic route to get there. Adorable kitten wrangling is what I do with my sixth period every day. Gotta love 'em. Anybody who doesn't understand why a teacher is tired at the end of a work day need only step into one of these classes. Also, anybody who doesn't understand why teachers love the careers they are blessed with need only to meet these energetic and delightful kiddos.