The 6th Hour Stretch

When I was a middle school teacher, it never failed that my 6th hour class which was right after lunch was just bananas in one way or another. It didn’t matter what grade I was teaching, or what content we were studying, or even the phase of the moon (although the full moon days were unusually special!). It was just a really tough transition time that I always tried to handle creatively. Some days were better than others:)
Of course, thinking back on it, I have all sorts of creative ideas for what might have eased the shift from lunch to class…but I’m getting off track here.
What I was thinking last night was that if I could handle the 6th hour “thing” all that time with other people’s children, then perhaps this time between the end of summer and the beginning of the school year is another “6th hour stretch” with my own little darlings. Because of who I am and what I’ve done for so many years, when all is crazy at home, when I’m on my game I just fake it and fall into teacher Darma. It usually works really well, and I think I need to do it more. So, I think I will!

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About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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