First off, as I begin this post I am feeling reassured that I read Ruth’s post that this week could be grueling.
Last week I celebrated one of those “big” birthdays. I am not one to want to be in the spotlight let alone on my birthday whether it is a big birthday or not. In fact because of various events that took place the morning of my birthday I was a bit grumpy. On my way to work my inner voice kept telling me to let things go. During a meeting before school with the principal and other teachers a teacher came into the room behind me and put a crown on me. You see, in my school that is what they do. Last year I politely wore it for about an hour and then took it off. I threw caution to the wind that day and I wore it for the rest of the day, except for when we went out of school for lunch. All day long kids were wishing me a Happy Birthday. I was informed that no one had ever worn the crown for the entire day. When I went to pick up my students at lunch the entire fifth grade sang a very loud rendition of Happy Birthday to me. I tried to hide behind a cafeteria table that was folded up, but the para who instigated the singing dragged me out. I had my moment of fame and it wasn’t too too bad. It will be a birthday I will always remember.