Kindergarten Blues

I was going to do a whole long post about Mallory's Kindergarten Troubles, but I've been talking or emailing about it to various people all morning and now I don't feel like rehashing it again (although I am certainly going to bore my mom and sister with it on Friday!). I will instead ask these two questions:

1. If you're a mean person, why would you want to be a kindergarten teacher?

2. How do you explain this to a 5-year-old: Some people are just mean. You just have to toughen up and deal with it. Oh, and welcome to the rest of your life.

Holly, thanks for the tips. It is federal court that I was summoned to. I guess I won't smuggle in a book after all (sob!). And I'm really hoping I'm not assigned to a 3-week trial...Oh, and I sympathize with your heartburn. I had such awful heartburn with both my pregnancies (and both babies were born with a lot of hair, giving credence to that old wives' tale). In fact my three reasons for not having a third child are: 1. Not enough money; 2. Not enough time; 3. Heartburn.

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aimee said…

I can't wait to hear it. And be disgusted at the mean kindergarten teacher.

4:16 PM

H Noble said…

Good luck with the trial- its not nearly as bad as I thought, and I now consider myself a semi-expert on arson and burn patterns!

Heartburn is more tolerable lately, but I'm not holding my breath on Junior having hair- J and I were both bald till we were 2.

Sorry about the kindergarten teacher. My first grade teacher gave me stomac ulcers. And they returned when I had her sister for Algebra I in high school. Thanks a lot!
Holly

8:43 AM

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