If I wasn’t a writer, or a Broadway star or Justin Timberlake’s girlfriend I’d totally be a preschool teacher.
I mean, I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty awesome with kids. They love me. Seriously. I’m fun. They can sense it. Ask anyone who’s seen me any Wednesday morning – when I babysit little Spanish-speaking kids, at any elementary school event, in the nursery at church or being stared and smiled at by some random baby in Target.
The few years in there before they start school are my favorite – that’s when kids are the funniest. I’ve had three-, four- and five-year-olds tell me I’m older than Santa, that I’m their best friend, that I’m a womanizer. I don’t know what it is.
And in my job at the newspaper, the easiest events to shoot are the ones at the schools, because they don’t say “I hope I didn’t break the camera” like older women and sometimes men do, which, trust me, gets really annoying after a while.
So yesterday when a former roommate – and one of my favorite ones at that – told me today was the first day of school at the preschool where she teaches, I made plans to stop by. It’s in our coverage area, in a part of the county we don’t get to cover very often and all I had to do was take a few pictures of some kids either really excited or really upset it was their first day of school.
One of them will run in this week’s paper, but I wanted to share a few of the good ones I got. And as much as I say I would be a preschool teacher if I could, I don’t know how much of the screaming I could deal with on a daily basis. One was crying basically the whole time I was there. You’re a tough lady, Mook. I couldn’t do it. 🙂
P.s. The first two pics are my most favorite. Just sayin’.
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