When I was in the first grade, I was considered a goody two-shoes because I followed all the rules and got good grades, but I never really believed that I deserved the nickname until one day on the playground. My friends and I decided to play Follow the Leader. As we continued to play the game, we started to sing all of the songs we had learned in class. I began to wonder, are we allowed to sing outside during recess?
I thought about this question so long that I decided to go tell on myself to the teacher. I mentioned the plan to my friend, Hannah, and she just looked at me and laughed. “You are going to go tell on yourself? Why? We weren’t doing anything wrong, and why would you want to get yourself in trouble?”
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It was a complete turnaround from the quiet, peaceful atmosphere of rocking babies. The kindergartners were loud—extremely loud. I could barely hear myself think over the thirty energetic youngsters. On top of the constant noise, there was always someone saying, “Teacher, Sam won’t share his ball!”
“Miss Sara, Josh keeps calling me names!”
I came home every day with a headache, but I had to keep working in the kindergarten room because that was where I was needed.
One hot summer day, the entire class was getting ready to go outside to play. Before we could leave, everyone was required to be quiet and say a prayer along with me. I asked them to close their eyes, bow their heads, and repeat the prayer after me. Usually after this was done, we would quietly walk in a single file line down the hallway to the playground. That day, however, it was different. When I opened my eyes, instead of an orderly line of kindergartners, there was one little boy chaotically jumping up and down. As red in the face as a tomato, he seemed to be getting antsier by the second.
“Teacher! Teacher!”
My frustration at this point was a pan of hot water ready to bubble over. However, I patiently listened to what he had to say.
“Julia’s eyes were open during
I thought about this question so long that I decided to go tell on myself to the teacher. I mentioned the plan to my friend, Hannah, and she just looked at me and laughed. “You are going to go tell on yourself? Why? We weren’t doing anything wrong, and why would you want to get yourself in trouble?”
Some of the other kids overheard …show more content…
It was a complete turnaround from the quiet, peaceful atmosphere of rocking babies. The kindergartners were loud—extremely loud. I could barely hear myself think over the thirty energetic youngsters. On top of the constant noise, there was always someone saying, “Teacher, Sam won’t share his ball!”
“Miss Sara, Josh keeps calling me names!”
I came home every day with a headache, but I had to keep working in the kindergarten room because that was where I was needed.
One hot summer day, the entire class was getting ready to go outside to play. Before we could leave, everyone was required to be quiet and say a prayer along with me. I asked them to close their eyes, bow their heads, and repeat the prayer after me. Usually after this was done, we would quietly walk in a single file line down the hallway to the playground. That day, however, it was different. When I opened my eyes, instead of an orderly line of kindergartners, there was one little boy chaotically jumping up and down. As red in the face as a tomato, he seemed to be getting antsier by the second.
“Teacher! Teacher!”
My frustration at this point was a pan of hot water ready to bubble over. However, I patiently listened to what he had to say.
“Julia’s eyes were open during