 | Yes, I teach first grade. |
| Where else would so many handsome and very young men
put their arms around me and ask, "Do you know that I love you?" |
| Where else would I tie so many hair ribbons and belts
and get to see a style show of pretty dresses and shirts? |
| Where else could I wear the same dress day after day
and be told each time that it is pretty? |
| Where else could I walk up and down the aisles and have
warm smiles greet me? |
| Where else could I have the privilege of wiggling loose
teeth and receive a promise that I may pull them out when they are
loose enough? |
| Where else could I eat a soiled piece of candy from a
grimy little hand and not get ill? (I have to eat it because he
watches to see that I do.) |
| Where else would a future look as bright as it does
amid an energetic group to whom nothing is impossible? |
| Where else could I guide the first letter formations of
a chubby little hand that may some day write a book or important
document? |
| Where else could I forget my aches and pains because of
so many cut fingers, scratched knees, bumped heads, and broken hearts
that need care? |
| Where else could I forget taxes and even "the state of
the nation" because Johnny isn't grasping reading as he should be and
other methods must be tried? |
| Where else would my mind have to stay so young as with a group whose attention span is so short that I must always keep a "bag of tricks up my sleeve?" |
| Where else could I feel so needed as I do each year when, because of something I have done, little children learn to read? |
| Yes, I do teach first grade and I LOVE it!!! |
