“It’s a T-Rex.
He’s looking for his lost foot.”
I’ve been adjusting to my class of nine boys and one girl for over two months now.
It has been good.
Hard, but good.
I feel like I’ve said that a lot the past month.
Meal times are loud.
Most of them know one volume: LOUD.
And Miss Rachel is not loud.
But then they work so hard to use their words instead of punch.
Or take a deep breath.
Or encourage their friend.
They’re a big group of encouragers those ten.
And they can make some seriously rad dinosaurs and sharks out of anything.