It's Friday, and usually how Friday's go in the life of a teacher, you're trying to juggle a million tasks. From lesson planning for next week, to trying to grade and give feedback on student work, answering emails, getting continuously interrupted by student's who don't understand question 4 on the math test, writing TELPAS accommodations, checking the work of the virtual students...all while just needing two minutes to run to the bathroom.
Even with a mask, you can see notice my facial expressions by the way I frown at my screen and my tired body language. Again, its Friday. I just want to go home and take a nap.
My partner teacher comes into my classroom because he's in the need of a mental break too. My students are very fond of him since he was their teacher in second grade. One of my students asks him for a joke (He would always share a joke with them last year towards the end of class.)
After he shares a cringy, elementary joke to them and leaves my classroom, my student's start looking on Google for some jokes. They are so eager to share the joke they've found, and they choose to share to me, in the middle of me lesson planning for prepositions... Again, it's Friday.
As I'm trying to forcefully laugh to their jokes, one student tells me,
"Ms. Benitez, ¿quién la quiere más que un pollo?" ("Ms. Benitez, who cares for you more than a chicken?")
I stared at the student, trying to process the sentence that he just said.
"No sé" I said.
"¡Po- yo Ms. Benitez!" ("Well me, Ms. Benitez!")
I had not busted out laughing in a few weeks and everyone else roared with laughter too.
It was this sweet gesture that I needed that reminded me of my "why" for being a teacher. A great reminder that was needed in the middle of a crazy Friday.
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