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By Phillip Done. I have welcomed third graders into my classroom, and tomorrow I will welcome more. We have worked together for five years. I like her. Cathy loves children, runs short staff meetings, and brings doughnuts for the teachers after Back to School Night.

This afternoon Cathy dropped my new class list into my mailbox. Last year when she handed out the lists, I sent mine back with a note. It said, May I have another list, please? This year I met Dawn in the staff room just after Cathy put the lists into our mailboxes. Dawn teaches third grade right next to me. Come on! I begged. Cathy is never around after she puts the lists in our boxes. Smart principal. I walked into my classroom, sat down, and looked more closely at my list.

Out of thirty-two children, four were discipline problems, five had limited English, one spoke no English at all, three were in the learning resource program and needed special help, one was a diabetic, two had ADD and had to take Ritalin twice a day, one was severely allergic to bees, one was allergic to peanuts, and one was allergic to eggplant.

I started reading their cumulative folders. Maybe Stephen went to boot camp over the summer. Maybe Justin moved. One year I had thirty-six kids and twenty-five were boys.

And once a week they sent me a string bean casserole. If you can believe it, that year three of the girls moved. My first year was the Year of Samantha. Samantha was a writer. She wrote on her desk, on the bathroom walls, and on Emily. Her favorite thing to do was draw a watch on her wrist with Magic Marker and beg me to ask her what time it was. Once she got mad at me and took a Sharpie to all my art supplies.

Now I have twenty boxes of Fart Supplies. The Year of Rebecca was special. The first time I called on her, she jumped under her desk and started barking. One day he came in to ask me a question, and Rebecca started chewing on his pant leg.

The Year of Dylan was memorable. Dylan collected things—pencils, calculators, car keys, mobile phones, furniture. I had to put padlocks on all the cupboards, my desk, even the rabbit cage. Once I caught him rolling the overhead projector cart out the door. He said it was his, and kept on rolling. Cody wanted to be in the movies.

He loved videos. Oh, not to watch them—to wrap himself up in them. About once a month I had to untie a hundred yards of videotape from around his arms before he started turning blue. The Year of Satan was really fun. Satan stepped on every snail he saw. He sizzled insects with magnifying glasses.

Potato bugs curled up when they saw him coming. This morning , twenty-one boys and eleven girls walked into their third grade classroom. Actually, I almost did on my first day of third grade. I cried when I found out I had him. My friends said he was mean. He gave homework.

On my first day of third grade, Mr. Johnson lined us all up in front of the chalkboard and walked down the row like a sergeant. He stopped in front of me, bent over, and raised one eyebrow. I wanted to run out the door but figured that, being a sergeant, he could run faster than I could.

So I stayed and learned my times tables and my states. Now I like the first day of school. I like the newness of it all. The dry erase markers write. The glue bottles pour. The dodgeballs bounce. The watercolor trays are clean. The rug smells like carpet cleaner. And the desks smell like The boys still line up with the boys, and the girls still line up with the girls. They still laugh out loud when I read The Teacher from the Black Lagoon , even though they heard it in kindergarten and first grade and second grade too.

They still forget over the summer how to do minus They still hope the new man teacher likes them. Today was a good day as far as first days of school go. I was lucky. He said he was tired. Marion had two criers. On the first day of school, kids usually fall in love with their new teacher by first recess. But for me, it takes about a week until they are mine.

I always miss the old ones. I look at row two, second seat from the end, and I still see Jesse from last year leaning back on his chair. I look at row one, right on the aisle, and I still see Alexandra with her hair in her mouth.

I look at row three, middle seat, and I still see Mark surrounded by pencil sharpener shavings. But Mark is sharpening his pencils, Alexandra is eating her hair, and Jesse is falling over in another classroom this year. They all have their new favorite teachers now. Where did my summer go? I was just beginning to relax. And I was doing so well too. By the end of June I ate a whole piece of watermelon without counting the seeds out loud.

By July I cut an apple without asking anybody, How many quarters make a half? And in August I even threw away a mayonnaise jar. The first week of school comes, and bam! I feel like I just jumped into the hamster cage. I always forget that third graders at the beginning of the year are not the same as third graders at the end of the year.

The kids I hugged good-bye in June are not the kids I welcomed last week. I forget that they take three hours to write their names on their papers, then another three hours to write five sentences. And the five sentences take up three pieces of paper because they write so big. First I moved Ronny away from Brian. They were pretending to be kung fu masters.

Then I moved him away from Stephen Ronny discovered that the end of the compass makes an excellent spear. Then I moved him away from Anthony I had to break up their burping contest. Finally I moved Ronny right beside me. I told him, One more problem, and king takes pawn outside. I am already on my ninth seating chart. And just when I have everyone seated in a place I think will work, now they all want to know when they can change seats.

I entered teaching in the C years.

32 Third Graders and One Class Bunny: Life Lessons from Teaching

Have questions about eBooks? Check out our eBook FAQs. Phillip Done fixes staplers that won't staple, zippers that won't zip, and pokes pins in the caps of glue bottles that will not pour. He has sung "Happy Birthday" times. A witness to the joys of discovery, Done inspires readers with the everyday adventures and milestones of his 32 third graders in this irresistible collection of bite-sized essays.

By Phillip Done. I have welcomed third graders into my classroom, and tomorrow I will welcome more. We have worked together for five years. I like her. Cathy loves children, runs short staff meetings, and brings doughnuts for the teachers after Back to School Night. This afternoon Cathy dropped my new class list into my mailbox. Last year when she handed out the lists, I sent mine back with a note.

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Have questions about eBooks? Check out our eBook FAQs. Phillip Done fixes staplers that won't staple, zippers that won't zip, and pokes pins in the caps of glue bottles that will not pour.

Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Other editions.

32 Third Graders and One Class Bunny: Life Lessons from Teaching

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