I've arrived

Patrick (my co-teacher) and I have decided that we have sufficiently developed the 'Teacher Gene.' Who knows how. But last summer I didn't have it, and this summer I do. I know because last summer my students begged me to push them on the swings, every day. This summer they have not even asked. It's happened: I am officially a teacher!

On a similar note, it's interesting to see the progress of others I worked with last summer. Tommy, one of my teenage assistants last year, pushed those kids on the swings, all day, every day last year. This year, as I was sitting outside monitoring my kids at recess, Tommy walked by. Instantly everyone on the swings yelled, "Tommy! Push us!!" Tommy, without even glancing at them, said, "Pump!" I felt proud.