It’s standardized testing season around these parts. That means my brain is frying, my nerves are jangling and my back is aching. But it also means that I spend the day with a group of 6th graders, a whole other animal than the about-to-be high schoolers that I’m used to in the spring. They have a fun energy and innocence about them.
I never talk about my “other” life with my kids at school. It’s not really appropriate and “How to Survive a Divorce” doesn’t exactly tie into the math curriculum:) I’m not sure how much my 8th graders know about me, but these 6th graders surely know nothing.
I spotted a young adult novel by Jeff Probst in the hands of one of my 6th graders yesterday. I just had to smile:)
