Teacher to Parent

One thing I am interested in discovering is how my experiences as a teacher will affect me as a parent, and vice- versa.

Take my 4th period class: I yell at them a lot - and I'm not a yeller. But for them I am. The other day I was looking at sweet little Maestro Jr. and asked myself if I would accept a teacher yelling at him the way I do my 4th period... even if he deserved it. The flip side of the question is whether or not I'll ever yell at Maestro Jr. the way I yell at my 4th period... some day when he's...oh... 13 or so. Time will tell.

The one lesson that's sunk in more than anything is the shortness of time. You meet a kid - he or she is really cool, s mart, funny, hard working.... you grow to love them and rely on them and what happens? They up and graduate on you. Every. Single. Last. One.

It's not like you can even complain about it... I mean he'll our jobs are to get them to graduate right? So the lesson is to enjoy the time you have when you have it.

So, all you people who have been telling me "Enjoy it while you can... they grow up so fast."

Yeah... I know....