For just about two months I have had a first grade class every morning. 4 boys that are as smart as can be but lets face it, not even I want to be there at 8:30 every morning how could I expect 9-7 year old boys to. But for the most part I think that our time in class was well spent and we had our fair share of "extended" brake times. But last week I was told rather suddenly that I would no longer have to joy of this class any more, but rather the joy of Morning Kindergarten. I didn't even get to say good bye, or the say any of the Chinese that I promised them. But I feel that they have transitioned rather well, they have a male teacher now, and they only have one more week and then they start back up at their regular Chinese school, and will no longer be attending that class. But the sadness that I felt when I left to peddle my way to Kindergarten, was quickly relieved.
Morning Kindergarten is wonderful. I love these kids. I teach kitchen so I get to make a completely random food product with 2-ish-5 year olds, and I have so much fun. They rub peanut butter on their faces and think that it's the funniest thing ever. Matter-of-fact I think so too. It's hard to comprehend why any one wouldn't want to experience this level of unconditional love. I been a bit low on the hug count these past few weeks, but being MK has brought me back to the level of emotional health. I know that I'm in the honeymoon phase right now but I'm so happy to get up at 7:00 and go to school. I hope the feeling lasts.