Jr. High

So I really do love my job, but today I was reminded why most people gasp when I inform them I am junior high teacher. The scene begins in my sauna of a room - yup no air conditioning, I think I sweat off like 5 pounds at the beginning of the year. I am slaving over my computer trying to furiously finish my lesson plans for the next day when a couple 9th graders decide to throw a stick and a pacifier (how old are we?) into my open window. Why, my only guess, because the window is open and 9th grade boys don't have a brain that functions correctly. Or they just don't have a brain, period. With my blood boiling, I yell at the kids from window and ask the question I want the answer to , "Why are you throwing stuff in my window?" The two boys look at me, guilty as kid caught with their hand is in the cookie jar, "It wasn't us." Really?Really?! I only watched them do it. I threatened to send the school detective after them, and they ran. The funny thing is, I just might do it. Don't mess with Mrs. Wheeler.

Despite this rather annoying scene, returning to school has been rather delightful. Second year already much better than the first. Although, I still think I am more excited for weekends and holidays than my students.