You hear cries and screams from the pitch, so you run to investigate. Someone is hurt, yet you see no blood, no scrape, no bruise. Soccer isn’t exactly a violent sport, but apparently this young athlete is near death.

It’s a good thing you did that first aid course, circa 1993. Your hours of training kick in as you swing into action to remedy the situation. Forget the slings, tourniquets and emergency invasive procedures – you just do the first thing that pops into your head. 
Namely, ask them how many fingers you’re holding up, then pretend to search for their “missing” eyeball, which you find and dramatically pop back into place. 
​
The injured individual laughs, the flood gates close and they are up in time to score the winning goal for their team. They’re either a boy under 10, or a footballer for Brazil – and you, Doctor, just saved a life.
In baseball, there are days when you’re 4 for 4 and days where you’re “o-fer” – in teaching, it’s exactly the same. Today you waltzed into school, no prep and no plans other than making it through the day. 

This day, for whatever reason, you decided to wing it, and everything was a hit. Call it a miracle, or a gift from god, but everything you tried with the kids was a home-run. 

The sad thing is, days like this are few and far between and just when you think you’ve got things all figured out – you realize teaching is a game of hit and miss. It doesn’t matter though, because today you hit it out of the park, and today you were also being evaluated by your principal. 
​
Way to go slugger.
After what seemed like an eternity in the dark ages, someone just flipped the switch. 100 Watts of warming glow are now permeating your classroom and it’s about time everyone basked in its splendor. 

No need to put a dimmer switch on this shining moment; you earned it, and so did he. It finally clicked for the little rapscallion in the back row and we can all see the light. 

Yet another title to add to your resume…

Amateur Electrician.
That was the worst lesson you’ve ever taught and every student knows it.

You started to feel flustered midway through because nothing was going right. Maybe it was because it was a windy day, and we all know kids are nuts on windy days, or maybe you were just ill-prepared, but everything that could fall apart did and the only saving grace of this particular lesson was that recess came just before you blew your lid.

You send the kids off, slump into your seat and bury your face in your hands, not sure if you’re going to scream or cry, when you feel a light tap on your shoulder.
“Do you need a Hannah hug?” asks one of your adorable little midgets, parked quietly by your side.

Before you can give an answer, two little arms wrap around you and squeeze. 
​
All is right in your world again.
You know good advice when you hear it, and when someone told you long ago, “if you didn’t laugh, you’d cry,” you took the philosophy onboard. Heck, sometimes you laugh so hard you cry, and kids under 10 are a laugh a minute – except when they’re actually trying to be funny.
​
You on the other hand, are a stand-up comedian and know exactly how to tickle students' funny bones. You get big laughs out of students when making strange noises. They love it; but you question their intelligence. They get big laughs out of each other when making armpit fart noises. They love it and again, you question. 


You jokingly say, “Knock knock,” and one kid shouts out, “Come in!” You laugh uncontrollably. None of them seem to know what happened.
Your kids are excited – you’re excited – 6 days until this – 2 sleeps ’til that – 7 weeks until whatever – whenever – whomever!

The first math you learn in school is to count up, but it doesn’t take long to have counting down down to a science. 
​
Embrace it, write your magic number on the wall. To some, your priorities aren’t right, but at least you have priorities.

​
Who is the best ever? That’s easy – it’s you. You are the best because you teach kids under 10 and they can’t help but draw you an average of 3 pictures a day telling you just how awesome they think you are. 
​
Didn’t I yell at you this morning, kid? Obviously we’re still friends, because you just drew me a rocket car with my name on it, and I’m just about over the moon.