Monday, November 1, 2010

you know you teach preschool when... are driving down the road in the morning - actually not to preschool - and you catch yourself singing the "good morning" song to yourself. "good morning, good morning, good morning to you...good morning, good morning, good morning to you...our day is beginning, there's so much to do...good morning, good morning, good morning to you." (see why it's called the good morning song? :P) can stand in the middle of the classroom and identify where each child is by the various noises they make: guttural humming, clapping, tongue clicking, a hissing intake of breath, bossing others, etc. come home and, upon getting excited at the dinner menu, realize that you are producing a somewhat inane laugh while clapping...just like "so-and-so." oops. you immediately stop because you are becoming your student. have so perfected "the look" that kids from the classroom next door are more responsive (read: compliant) to you than they are to their own teacher. come home at the end of the day and the first thing you do is shed your "teacherish" clothes to get into something comfortable. (ok, maybe this is actually more of a college-girl thing. teachers might actually think of their clothes as comfortable. might.) find that by evening, your brain has been on three-and-four-year-old level for so long that your college level homework requires some serious concentration...aaaand you resort to your blog to ease the transition into communicating in whole, meaningful sentences.


  1. #2- agree completely. I can tell you which one of my nephews or niece is in the other room just by the sounds ( and or bangs or something being dropped;)

    #3- don't worry about that... my sister actually caught herself handing my brother-in-law his sandwich cut into four pieces. ( thankfully she did leave the crust on.)

    #5- emily... I think that is because they have forgotten long ago what actual comfortable clothes are. ( I still have a hard time believing jeans are all day wear.)

    #6- that is why we're here... and that's why I'm glad I stopped by. thanks for the laugh. :) *hugs*

  2. i laughed when i read this. :) i could write a post just like this one from doing clinicals this past spring.
    it would go something like this:
    ... you are driving down the road and start singing the abc song in the car after you've already sung it at least 20 times that day. "apple, apple, a,a,a, baby, baby, b,b,b," and so on for the rest of the alphabet.
    ... you can tell if your next child on the schedule is in a good mood or not before you even open the door to the waiting room.
    ... you can no longer pass by the toy and game aisle at target without stopping to look at all the toys and your mother has to "tear" you away because she's done with her shopping and it's time to go home.
    ... you have perfected the art of distraction and blowing bubbles so much so that little jonny is totally oblivious to mommy leaving to change brother's diaper and that she doesn't come back until 30 minutes later.
    ... you get home at the end of the day and the first thing you want to do is change your clothes that are covered in bubble solution, snot, and smooshed cheerios.
    ... you find that by the end of the day, that you've been talking in 2-word phrases all day and carrying on an adult conversation seems overrated. 2-word answers are about all you have the brains left for anyway.

    i'm happy to listen (and share- maybe you'll have a laugh, too!). love you. xoxo