I love being a second grade teacher. The kids in my class are so cute and innocent. They're at the perfect age. I used to teach sixth grade, but I quickly realized that was a mistake. Sixth grade is where the cliques form, bullying flourishes, and the kids truly learn how to be terrible to each other. They have no respect for authority and no desire to learn.
No. Second grade children are far better. Their parents are still making an attempt to shield them from the harshness of the world. They look at me with wide eyes, eager to learn, drinking in all that I share with them.
My favorite day is Valentine's Day. The children make little paper pockets that they tape to their desks to be filled with cards and candy. This year I baked delicious cookies at home and I arrived early to deliver one to each student. I'm so excited to see their reactions.
I smile all morning. I smile as the kids arrive, dressed in red and pink. I smile as they happily tear into their construction paper holders to see what's inside. I smile as they give me an adorable "thank you, Ms. Collins!" once they see the cookies I made them. I smile as they bite into them. And I smile as, one by one, they fall to the ground, choking and vomiting and turning blue.
After all, they're at such a cute age. It would be a shame to let them grow up.
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