Both at Once

I’ve been calling them my Attitude Class.
I named them for their hinge,
Which bends this one way for now,
But tantalizes me with the potential for a reversal.

The challenge of them crowds my mind.
I feel for the other classes;
The very joy they bring
Is what allows me to rest from them.

I wonder if God is God
Because he can hold Joy and Challenge
All at once,
And yet know Joy the most.

Countdown

One week untilĀ Thanksgiving break. This is one of those times when the students’ absurdity level rises and my patienceĀ collapses on the floor in an exhausted heap. The only salvation for any of us, particularly me, is to maintain a sense of humor, so today I’m choosing to remember the funny moments rather than the frustration. The following things were said in the first ten minutes of class today:

“Lord, please help us do well on our quiz, and help me find my hand.”

“Can you give me a copy of that worksheet we did last class? It will keep my parents occupied.”

“Ms. DiMaria, do you wear heels to make your calves look good? You know, so the muscles stand out?”

“Bill took my stabbing device AKA my compass!”

“Joe, you are a neon potato.”

“Ms. DiMaria, do you like hurting yourself? You scraped your knee, and you fell down the stairs, and now you have a band-aid on your foot.”

“Ms. DiMaria, I have an irrelevant question to ask!”

 

I wish I could say these were taken out of context, but the truth is, there was no context to begin with. Happy Wednesday, everyone.

Seven days till Thanksgiving break. Seven. Days.