The Three Nicest Compliments I’ve Ever Received
- My first year teaching sixth grade, Timmy, a gifted/talented student, walked in and said, “You know, Ms. Hooker, the more you laugh the longer you live.”
“I agree with that.”
“So,” Timmy continued, “that means our class will live to be really old and the class next door will die young.”
- When I lived at Sundance, two of my neighbors worked for Novell. They started drinking on Friday night and continued through Sunday evening.
One Sunday, Bobby said to me, “You don’t get the Sunday night blues.”
“Huh?” I didn’t know anything about the “Sunday night blues.”
“I’ve never heard you say that you had to go to ‘work.’ You say that you’re going to ‘school’ or your ‘classroom.’”
He was right. Since becoming a teacher, I haven’t worked a single day. I go to school. I go to my classroom.
- Last year, one of my friends with whom I teach, told me, “You own your crazy.”
I do.
I own my crazy.
Own your crazy and make sure that your craziness does no harm.
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