Life is funny. I left the teaching game at the end of the 2012-2013 school year. Seventeen months later, I'm back in the trenches, teaching seventh and eighth graders, many of whom speak very little English. Taking over five classes in the in the middle of the second quarter is no walk in the park. With two of my classes, I look forward to the day my students demonstrate the ability to stay in their seats, and raise their hands before screaming at the lop of their lungs. I'm also looking forward to the day, one little girl calls me Mr. Snyder instead of Mr. Sneeder.
Early Friday morning, I was making my way through the school hallway when I came face to face with a cockroach the size of a Buick. A month ago I would have terminated the poor sap. In case you're new to my BLOG, I spent the last seventeen months in the pest control business. Exterminating insects never felt quite right. Looking at that giant cockroach, I smiled and stepped aside to let him pass.
I drove home Friday night satisfied for two reasons. One, I didn't kill anything. Two, at least I tried to do something good.
