I know teaching isn't all about teaching. Its way more about learning. But sometimes the lesson hurts a little.

So, let me put this simply. I had my key during passing period before 4th and when I went to clear out of the classroom after 5th my heart plummeted as I couldn't find my key. This key not only gets me into the classrooms I teach in but every door in the science wing including the storerooms where the chemicals are kept. Now I didn't panic because I assumed I left it in the staff bathroom and so I preceded to do a little detective work. After checking with teachers and even giving it three days to surface, my key was still no where to be found. My optimism was officially dead and so I went to tell my principal of my irresponsibility. I walked away from that conversation with tears in my eyes and that same shame that you get when you realize you disappointed Daddy. It was awful. After a few tears I pulled myself together and taught some kids about air pressure.

After school on Thursday I was in the Science office and a key appeared before my face. And not just any key, but MY KEY! The head science teacher was given the key by the principal who got it from an English teacher. The relief was so overwhelming it hurt a little. Hurt so good.

So as it turns out, some girl found the key in her back pack, gave it to her English teacher and told the teacher she had no idea what they were or how they got there. Sounds like some sneaky little freshman likes to play games. Monday morning's to-do-list includes further investigation. I will report back to you when I know more.

So the good feeling of having my key back kept me in high spirits. My fellow teachers were also feeling good enough to make a two foot long replica of my key out of cardboard, affix it to a lanyard, and stick it on my desk. In marker it says "If found, please return to Larissa Harder." And lets just say I have heard every play on words that include keys or unlocking doors. Its a good think I like the people I work with or else I would retaliate.

Ya, Miss H learned a thing or two about a thing or two this week. Let me list them for you:
     1. Don't trust high schoolers. They are sneaky.
     2. Don't disappoint your principal. It may mean your job. Or running mascara.
     3. Science teachers in general have good senses of humor. And they are obnoxious.
     4. Despite the drama, I still really love my job and high schoolers in general.

There ya go. Life in TeacherLand is anything but boring. And I sure am learning a lot!

Ya, so apparently Ms Harder is just too much for most kids to either remember or handle. I mean, I know what an extra syllable does to kids these days. But to tell you the truth, I think Miss H is kinda cute.

And besides, I freaking love teaching high school. I mean, the kids are ornerier and unfortunately their parents have also learned to work the system a little more but on a day to day basis, I think its great.

My freshman are really fun and for the most part, they know their stuff. My sophmores are great too. While a majority of them act like 7 year olds, they bring a little spice to my life.  My colleagues are wonderful and have been huge helps to me. They all seem so willing to walk along side me a help me out when I need it.

And then to top it all off, my first full week at school gets cut short by a snow day. Frigid temperatures never felt so good.

I love my job! :)