It may be classified as a children’s book. The narrators may rotate between three sixth grade boys. But, this book is for teachers.
The main characters have created the following categories for teachers:
- Zombies – Teachers who have been teaching a long time and use worksheet after worksheet.
- Caff-Adds – Teachers who drink way too much caffeine and talk and move faster than is normal.
- Dungeon Masters – Very strict teachers who require complete silence at all times.
- Spielbergs – Teachers who show movies, often very loosely related to the current topic of study.
- Noobs – New teachers, high energy and very excited about everything.
- Good Ones – This description I’m going to quote straight from the book:
The ones who make the torture otherwise known as school somewhat bearable. You know when you have one of the Good Ones because you find yourself actually paying attention in class, even if it’s not art class. They’re the teachers you actually want to go back and say hi to the next year. The ones you don’t want to disappoint.
Topher, Steve, and Brand have this teacher – Ms. Bixby. She is what they classify as one of the Good Ones, but she announces she isn’t going to be able to finish the year with them. So, they make it their mission to give her the perfect last day. Throughout the book, the reader slowly finds out the ways in which Ms. Bixby influenced these three boys.
Read this book right before you go back to school. You may be going back to a position you didn’t want, administration that makes you feel unappreciated, and an occupation that is constantly under attack by the public. However, we don’t teach for any of those reasons anyway. Its about the kids- about being one of “the Good Ones” for each child that enters your room.
“They were really nice,” my fiance says, surprised, as he gets back in the car after getting me some ice cream from Cold Stone.
“Why are you so surprised? People are generally nice,” I responded.
And to that I got a confused stare….
Well…that may have been because before my wonderful fiance went in to get me ice cream (because I didn’t want to have to interact with people), I was trying to explain that I like living in the suburbs. True, I don’t like small talk and being around a lot of people causes me major anxiety. True, I will wait longer to be able to use self-checkout and not have to talk to anyone. True, I avoid eye contact so that I don’t have to even wave to the neighbors. However! I like living in a house near other people’s houses, with people outside when the weather is nice….just as long as I’m not expected to talk to those people! Makes sense to me…
Hence, the confused stare…but just because I don’t want to talk to people, doesn’t mean I don’t think most people aren’t good. Then, he realized why I have a more positive view of people then he does…
“You spend your days with the best kind of people: kids.”
Truth! I am so lucky to spend my days with the best kind of people! They give me hope everyday!
Brady, my almost four year old nephew, was doing a pretty good job at the movie theater. sitting mostly still and being mostly quiet. We were all seeing Sherlock Gnome this afternoon.
With about half an hour left of the movie, Brady started to get antsy and ended up sitting with me, and then climbing over (uninvited) to share Troy’s chair. I could tell by my son’s expression, he wasn’t thrilled about it. But he didn’t say anything and continued watching the movie.
I kept glancing over to look at them, an eight year age gap between cousins. One time I turned Brady was just staring at Troy, the same way Troy stared at the screen. The next time, Brady was hugging and cuddling him. Troy was of course seemingly unaffected and definitely nonreactive. However, I know that inside he was not as immune to Brady’s charms as he appeared. These scenes became way more enjoyable to watch then the movie on the big screen. Cousin Love ❤️
I did it. I dropped him off and watched him walk into the movie theater. Without me. I fought every urge to jump out of the car, scream out the window that I love him, and secretly follow him in the theater. I let him go. Without me.
Troy and his friends are currently enjoying Ready Player One and I am sitting here trying to distract myself. I know he’s safe and completely ready for this milestone. But, he will always be my baby.
The last hole. Two strokes and I had the ball in. 49 points.
Then it was Troy’s turn. He had 47 points. So much pressure! We had a bet going on, five bucks for him or extra turn of him taking the dog out without complaint. This is a repeat of last summer and last summer he got a hole in one on the eighteenth hole.
He hit the ball. It rolled down the hill, moving closer to that hole. The hole that will take the ball away for good. Ooooo….it curves to the side.
Ok. One more stroke. If he makes it, we tie once again. Gentle swing annnnddd….it’s in.
Tie. He got he five bucks and I get an extra turn of not taking the dog out. That works, but I can’t lie…I do wish I could beat him…
I opened the door into the house, closing the garage door as I passed. Then, I flipped the light switch and the light turned on. I carried my purse upstairs and set it on the chair.
Once I finished what I needed to in the kitchen, I grabbed the vacuum and carried it upstairs, flipping two lights switches and bright light following.
Now this whole experience was very exciting. Why you ask? Well, my ceilings, especially along the stairs, are very tall. I am very short. So, when a light bulb goes out, the light stays off. But now I have a tall fiancé and so…Let there be light! 💡