10 - BPOV
"So, how was your first day, honey?" I unlocked the door and let her into our house.
"Oh Momma, it was fun. I have three new friends and we made A-B-C's and did some finger painting and tomorrow we'll do more and Miss Alice says I'm a natural at it. She's so nice, Momma, did you meet Miss Alice?"
I smiled at my daughter's incessant chatter. It felt nice to have her excited about school. "I'm afraid I didn't, sweetie. I had to do a few last minute changes to the syllabus on my lunch break in order to teach the right things to the little ones in my class," I smiled at her as I explained how I had spent my lunch period.
It had been a long day.
The students were nice enough. I could tell a few of them were hellions and some were on the quieter side but all in all, they seemed to be a good group.
"What's a still-bus, Mommy?" Emily asked from beside me as I hurriedly put sandwiches together for dinner.
"A syllabus is like a...schedule with things planned that mommy has to teach the kids. I'm sure Miss Alice has one too. Now, how 'bout we eat?"
We sat at the table and ate as she recalled all the things she had done during the day. I made a mental not to meet more of the other teachers the next day since the only people I had met were the principal and the history teacher. And I'd only met him because I'd gotten lost and wandered into his class thinking it was mine.
After dinner, Emily helped me do the dishes, we watched a little bit of television and I put her to bed.
By seven thirty, she was asleep and I was left alone to my own thoughts.
Joey says this story is very relatable... I was a single mother so, yeah... I'd agree...