
The day started out well. I got a light sweat work out in at the gym in the wee hours of dawn, got out the door arriving only 10 min. late to work, and was even able to eat another breakfast during my math class (I shared some oatmeal with Isaac at 6:30, tummy was growling by 8am).
Then it began...the emotions...the hormones...the sensitive side of Mrs. Wilson.
For one thing, I am ALWAYS STARVING. To the average woman, this would be a fun, perhaps even ideal situation. But, when you are pregnant, working as a teacher in front of 20 little faces, and having to scavenger for your next meal every 2 hours...it's NOT fun or ideal. If I am not eating a foot long (yes, all 12 inches) during one sitting, I am hoarding a hot pocket and cup of noodles soup from the cafeteria (disgusting I know! Desperation comes in many forms).
So, when my stomach starts to churn, I know I have gone too long without feeding the baby. Over two hours and I am in bad shape.
My second hour of math class began at 9am. After teaching the kids for an hour about division equations, I was ready for a snack! I was excited b/c I had actually come prepared with FOOD today (vs. just the regular apple, orange or saltines). I took out my prepared tuna mixture, swiss cheese and wheat bread, anticipating it going into my mouth.
As I had just laid my spread, trying to hide in a corner so my students wouldn't see my subway-type set up...I got distracted by a number of students asking questions. What happened? My yummy tuna sandwich fell to the nasty carpeted floor...open faced....spilling out all of its contents...cheese and all.
I was not only devastated by my loss of FOOD, but embarrassed by all of my students reactions. I tried to stay calm as I bent down on all four, belly hanging low, ducking under my desk to clean it up. I could feel my cheeks starting to burn as the blush crawled up my face.
I just wanted to eat my sandwich! Stay away from me kids! Leave me alone in peace!
What's the next comment I hear, "That smells like throw up." Really child? Is that how you want to talk to your prego teacher that is just trying to make it hour by hour in this school room? (Not to mention this child is one of my challenging students). Really? I told him, "Bring it on....bring on your attitude."
But...that's when I started to lose it.
I was feeling sensitive.
I was feeling emotional.
My nose started to tingle.
My eyes started to burn.
I excused myself to use the restroom. I stood outside my door and asked for my co-teacher, Mrs. Simmons to step outside. Tears were really flowing by this point. She was very shocked to see me crying and wanted to go ream her students for treating me like that.
I know it was really minuscule. I just had had enough comments about my food, my growing belly, being compared to a platypus, questions about my personal life, etc.
Just let me eat my tuna in peace! Stop hovering! Give me space! Stop talking about me! Don't ask for my saltines! They are not for you!
Luckily my students had PE for the next hour, so I was able to compose myself. "Get it together Wilson, you are a bigger person than this!"
Another sweet teacher, Mrs. Lee was out at recess at the time and immediately noticed my red face and shiny eyes. She was very empathetic and exactly who I need to bawl to. Teachers really understand other teachers. We are on the battle fronts together EVERY DAY. We love our kids and we really are annoyed by our kids. We try our best everyday to reach out to all of them, but in the end, sometimes they just get to your soul.
My day got better.
The kids in that class all wrote me apology letters. They came straight from their hearts, reached out, and touched my own. I will cherish them. Some were down right funny! All the girls mentioned how pretty I was, or how much they liked my hair. That boosts up anyone's self image :)
Some of the phrases were:
Nate (one of my favorites): I am so sorry that you I called you a platypus. I will now raise my hand to give you your space. I hurt your feelings once and never again. I like you b/c you never get mad, you always smile when someone cracks a joke.
Rachael (who I had been battling an issue with respect for just the day prior): I'm sorry I laughed at you. I really like it when you help me with my work. You are my nicest teacher I have ever had.
Ian (my top math student, but really not strong in writing/reading): That estimation jar was the best idea ever. We will never be smart like you. (Isn't that funny?). The only way we can be smart like you is if you teach us your ways.
Mason (a sensitive, insecure and brilliant math student): I love the way you teach me math. You help me understand what I learn. You helped me get good grades and I thank you for that.
Too bad it took me getting emotional and sad for my kids to give me praise for my efforts! LOL
The day ended with Valentine festivities. Who doesn't like receiving a handful of hand written notes, fun dips, suckers, chocolates and worn out stuffed animals from these snot nosed (literally, I have to tell them to go blow their noses all the time) and terrific students.
I loved Valentine's day as a child and passing out all the goodies to my friends (secretly hoping for a Valentine of my own), and loving that class party. Today was the same. Lots of laughter, silly dancing from the boys, outdoor play, chips/cookies/punch, and sweat.
Tonight we ended the evening with more dancing and sugar at our ward V-day party. I was shaking my belly and booty as I twirled my boys around and waltzed with Jared. I had such a sour and rumbling tummy before too long, but did my best to breathe through it. Wesley had a bit of confidence as he tried to slide and break dance, where Austin was a bit "shy" (as he told me) and only danced to a few songs (YMCA, Chicken dance, and Michael Jackson). Isaac? He just sat on the chair with a sucker in hand, or cried to be held. Someday all my boys will dance :) Their mama will teach them!
Off to bed...sick sick sick. Big Valentine dinner party tomorrow!



