I’m a grass is always greener kind of gal. When I was in the classroom, I was SO ready to retire. The politics, the behavior issues, the feeling that you were never doing enough was
sometimes too much. After 9 years of it, I was ready for a hiatus. I’ve been out of the classroom for 2.5 years now, and I’ve started to miss it a bit. I miss interacting with a classroom full of inquisitive minds. I miss teaching reading and writing and doing read alouds that lead to honest and interesting discussions. I miss planning lessons and making templates on Word while stealing clip art from the web.
Why the sudden nostalgia? Today we were walking past our neighborhood school and I heard all the kids playing and yelling and having fun. But then I caught a whiff. If you’re a teacher you know what I’m talking about. It’s a mixture of laundry detergent, boogers, kid sweat, soap, and innocence. The sense of smell is one of the senses most powerfully connected to memories. I was taken back to all the classrooms I’d ever taught in, filled with amazing little children, and I forgot about all the school drama and just missed it.