Pictures while walking to school last week.
Number of times we have seen our breath on the way to school in the last two weeks? Three.
Number of times I asked all the Kindergartners I have subbed for this week to remove their fingers from their noses? 3,542.
Number of times I have cleaned up puddles of spit from tables this week? Five.
Number of times I have wanted to cry in frustration at a room full of Kindergartners being so darn energetic? Two.
Number of times I have legitimately gagged and dry heaved at disgusting Kindergartners this week? Four.
Number of times I asked a child to pick up the booger I watched him wipe on the floor and throw it in the trash can? One.
There are reasons I chose to teach teenagers instead of little ones. I remember now.
I’m going to bed. I am back in Kindergarten again tomorrow.