One hard part of being a teacher is having to watch your kids playing and not get to join. Between having to be a responsible adult ensuring safety on the yard and being a young educator that doesn't want to come across too young, I've only ventured onto the swings (slowly and tamely rocking back and forth...snoozer!) while in the presence of my class. Most of the time though, I stand there green-eyed and envious.
And to make things worse, look what I've just recently discovered at a hidden park right in the Mission:
Watching this makes me so happy. I love my kids. Even though they get to go on the twirly, teacup-of-the-future ride and I don't.
Friday, July 18, 2008
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