Thoughts on Being a Grown Up

As most of you know, I have the privilege of teaching first grade which means that I spend my days with six and seven year olds.  It is truly a joy, but I have come realize that the more time I spend with them the more I am morphing into one of them.  This stinks because 35 year old women who function mentally, not always but most of the time, as a first grader does do not have a schema in which they fit well.   I find this to be especially challenging with regards to relationships, of all varieties.   Maybe this is why most of my “friends” tend to be other teachers of the primary grades.  I don’t even form friendships with those who teach the big kids because they don’t even understand me.   So when it comes to forming relationships I find that in the initial stages of development people either think that I am slightly eccentric or odd or they think that when I talk with them that I am constantly talking down to them.  The worst is when they initially think that I am eccentric, finding my eccentricity entertaining, and then as they spend more time with me they think that I am simply talking down to them or treating them like a child.  Hello……I spend the majority of my waking hours with first graders.  Oh well, it is what it is and if I am truly morphing into a first grade so be it, I like spending time with other primary teachers because they get me and I get them. 

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