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Two Down, One To Go

Today was the Homecoming parade.

Chicky donned dress #2, a lovely yellow-green beaded gown, and her fancy shoes and headed out.

Rooster joined his band mates while I followed Chicky around and took pictures of her with the friends she’s grown up with.

The Homecoming attendants sparkled in their sequins, and the guys looked debonair in their tuxes.

Most of the candidates rode in convertibles.  Chicky and her escort were no exception…

The kids smiled and waved as they rode down “Main Street.”  Parents and friends hollered for them to glance their way so they could get photographs.  Some of the candidates threw candy.

All enjoyed their moment in the spotlight.

It was a fabulous afternoon, and I left the parade pumped with adrenaline.

Chicky breathed a sigh of relief when the parade was over.  The game is tomorrow, and she’ll be wearing her prom dress, which fits her like a glove, from the Spring…along with her beaded silver sandals (no more 4-inch heels).

Two events down…one to go.  It will be a little sad to see the week end.

Mrs. AuburnChick, You Should Be a Teacher

Those were the words a student spoke to me on Tuesday when I subbed in his classroom.

Can I tell you just how much it warmed my heart to hear him say this to me?

You see, I subbed for a teacher for four days in a row.

The teacher’s classroom was large, bright, and cheery, with lots of things hanging on the walls.  She has a reading corner that contains a couch, bean bags, magazines, and books.

I had so much fun as the kids and I talked about each day’s journal question and the Word of the Day. I made good use of the large white board and colorful expo markers.

I was in my element.

The students quickly picked up on my enthusiasm, and we had a great time each day.

When the student gave me the compliment, I’ll admit that I smiled but then raised my eyebrow suspiciously.

“Are you saying this to butter me up?” I asked.  You never know…sometimes people say things they know you want to hear.

“No,” he said.  “You’re fun and a good sub.”

Bestill my beating heart.

I have such a heart for these students and for education.  I’ll admit to frustration at not being able to find a permanent teaching position; however, I know that God is preparing me through all of the different situations I face as a sub.

Still, the compliment continues to ring melodiously in my soul.