Teaching. It sometimes makes me LOL.

Somedays it makes me want to shake my fists or throw myself on my bed and cry. But, more times than not it makes me laugh. Through everything that happens, teaching inspires me. 

The school year is coming to an end. As much as I can't wait, I always feel a lil' bit sad to say good-bye to my 6th graders. This year's bunch was a fantastic group. 

I have read some amazing journal entries, there is one that has stuck in my mind for months:

(In response to JFK's inaugural address): I can help the United States become a better place by doing baptisms for those citizens who have passed. 

Today I was taking the kiddos to lunch when one of my girls who was on hall monitor duty ran up to me with the most distressed look:

"Mrs. Bourne, there is this little kid who put both of his legs behind his head and he is going down the hall like that..."

"Is he stuck?"

"No, he is going down the hall with his legs behind his head, scooting on his butt with his hands and he won't listen to me!"

...Sometimes ya' just can't help but laugh.

20 minutes later two of the 6th grade boys ran to Mrs. Anderson and said, "Man, we just had to help this little kid who had his legs stuck behind his head."

One thing I have noticed this year that I have loved...I have two students who say a prayer before every test. I noticed it during end of year testing. I see their heads go down, eyes close, just for a little bit and then their heads come up slowly and they take a deep breath and you can tell that their little prayer made them more at ease. A little bit of relief sweeps over their face and they start answering questions. 

I love to see that!