On A days, a few boys always arrive to class early. I have a little basketball hoop in my classroom and kids love nothing more than to challenge me.
Let me be clear, I am not an athlete in any sense of the word. My form is abysmal. However, my aim is pretty good. So, while I may look ridiculous (figure-skateresque, my students would say) when the ball finally flies, I often make the basket. And I'm not a quiet celebrant.
This morning-- the final day before Spring Break-- Cade wandered around the room swooping and dancing and singing along (terribly) to his music while Dalton and I challenged one another to see who could make the most shots. Arnes watched on, periodically offering observations. Several snapchats were sent out into the universe. I looked like a total baller.
I am highly competitive by nature and trash talk is my second tongue. I never anticipated that my days would begin with a game of hoops and competition with a student, but I'm grateful that it so frequently does. The content is important, but so is being human to one another. My kids know I love them, but I'll trash talk with the best of them. They can aim high, aspire, but I'm not too humble to boast that the hoop title is still mine.