My sixth grade boys are like German Shepherd puppies—rowdy but trainable. My sixth grade girls are like Siamese cats on steroids—logic does not work, threats do not work, and they stare straight through you like you’re a glass window. Both camps were at meter-peaking hyperactivity levels today.
Which is why I’m sitting peacefully in a sunbeam watching Minnie nap close to the Christmas tree and reveling in one last cup of derk’s light, slightly buttery green tea. (I hadn’t noticed the buttery part before.) Quiet is good. Quiet is better when you’re holding a cup thoughtfully selected by a friend.
Ah, that Christmas-break-is-almost-here energy! Rest!
I love your descriptions of your students. :) Hoping you are finding more chances to sneak in some quiet moments in the chaos of December.