Ahhh, Summer is here and with that, my job of being a "mom" to over 100 teenagers daily is over for a couple of months.
I teach social studies to juniors and seniors in high school which range in age from 16-19. Oh the joys. I can't even tell you the crazy stories that come through my door 185 days of the year. Some of them keep me up at night. Some of them make me shake my head. Some make my heart ache. Some make me want to give my boys an Alice in Wonderland potion that will keep them young forever. And yes, some of them make me want to give my boys another potion that will make them immune to hormones.
I know they are my students and not actually my kids, but I often refer to them all as "my kids" in conversation rather than "my students". I love that I learn so much from them every day. They are so creative and interesting. They all just want to be acknowledged, know that they matter and that things will get better. I hope I give them that as well some academics too.
I of course have to whip out my infamous "mom glare" at them occasionally, but they get the message quickly. I'm so fortunate to get to know them all and I love that I get to do it year after year, even if I forget their name when I run into them at the store 5 months or 5 years later.