on your left...

Sometimes I get flustered trying to make myself understood by the kids, but the remedy for when the frustration gets pervasive is always stepping back and putting myself in their place. I just imagine what it would be like to be taught by me, except I'm speaking gibberish. Either that, or I imagine having a beach pail with some cut out eye holes over my head that makes every word said to me sound like it's coming from the speakers on a tour bus that's just rounded a corner but isn't out of earshot. So in the classroom situation, the kids wear the pails and I am the tour bus. Actually, that sounds like fun.