(Image courtesy of Deviant Art)
Maybe if I were a mom this would have been so obvious. These last two years in education have been a backwards way of learning to be a parent. I’ve started with teens and worked my way down to preteens. One lesson this year is that children are masters of using items in every way BUT for their original intents and purposes.
Oh, the “fun” I’ve had…
Anyway, I don’t mean to paint a terrible picture of my school. This is kids in general. Everything we’re so familiar and indifferent about is all new and exciting to them. Also, they’re not being destructive. They’re just being creative and clever. The bad part is that it often comes at the expense of our patience and natural hair color.
Worksheets aren’t just for learning; they’re also for making fake ripping sounds and folding just right so, when you flick it, it makes this very loud snap. Oranges aren’t just for eating; the intact peel is for drawing faces on with a sharpie and giving it a name. Bananas aren’t just part of a healthy breakfast; they’re also for writing messages back and forth on the peel. Wax melts aren’t just for hiding the stink of teenagers who haven’t learned to use deodorant; they’re also for dipping pens, fingers, pencils, and anything else they can think of. And of course they leave the world’s worst case of wax dandruff flakes under their desks and they still try to deny it was them =.= Milk cartons are for playing Bottle Flip, desktops for their latest Picasso art, markers for throwing back and forth, along with drawing on each other, and the internet is for watching vines, YouTube, and playing slither.io and all that stuff. Thank goodness for Hapara…
(Image courtesy of Pinterest)
The list goes on and on. It’s been a lesson in learning to look at the world like a child, instead of a responsible adult on a mission to teaching some useful stuff. It’s why I’ve spirited my wax melt home, never to be used like fondue again.
Sporks, you are an evil necessity =.=