The A.D.D. Teacher
When I was in elementary school, my report cards often mentioned that I needed to improve my self-control. I wasn't a disruptive, mean, or obnoxious kid, but I did have trouble staying focused on a task. I needed boundaries. I needed to be given the perameters that I could operate under. Ms. Stack, my first grade teacher, was excellent at keeping me in line.
Throughout my school career, I often struggled with the ability to focus in class. No one ever tested me for A.D.D., a byproduct of my generation. Had I been born, ten years later, I would have spent my childhood hopped up on prescription medicine.
But today, my self-diagnosed A.D.D. plays out in the classroom still. At the beginning of the school day, I tend to focus on the lesson at hand. By sixth period, I can become distracted by just about anything. My seniors enjoy this very much. Of all the students to have during the last period of the day, the senior could possibly be the worst. But I love 'em.
I love that they feel comfortable enough to draw me off task. Many students either don't care enough or are too worried to. I've never had a class so interested in my every day life--from what I choose to wear to what my daughter was for Halloween. Now, if I could just keep myself from always going down the bunny trail!