I have to tell you one quick story and, no, this post doesn't include any freebies or pictures - it's just a good old fashioned story. The names in this story have been changed for confidentiality purposes but mostly it's just fun to come up with quirky nicknames.
We had field day a few weeks ago and my class was just getting slaughtered - by slaughtered I mean every other class was beating us in EVERY event. My class definitely does not have talents when it comes to hand/eye coordination.
We were playing kick ball and we were versing another class in our grade level. The other team was on the field and we were up to "bat". The next student up to bat was Wolfgang. Wolfgang never really hangs out with other kids and is kind of a loner; he marches to the beat of his own drum and often will be seen skipping and playing by himself. The kids all really feel protective over him though. Wolfgang goes up to kick and we all brace ourselves as he kicks the smallest little bunt you have ever witnessed. As he races down to first base, something happened that I will never forget. The other class started messing up purposely to let him get a home run. One girl, Prudence, kept picking up the ball and dropping it, over and over again. As Wolfgang rounded second base, one boy (we will call him Sasquatch) dove over the ball in a dramatic fashion completely missing it by 3 feet. The ball was then thrown clear out into outfield so far from any human occupancy. As Wolfgang crossed home plate, we all cheered our hearts out for him. He was so excited and I was bawling like a baby behind my heart shaped sunglasses.
It's moments like that that make me so honored and blessed to be their teacher.