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Journal of Texas School Women Executives, Volume II, Issue 1 2013 This task involves listening carefully to a scratchy walkie-talkie where it sounds as if someone on another planet calls out the teacher’s last name and the child’s first name. The lovely lady who handles the generator end of the walkie-talkie system has a beautiful and melodious voice. It’s just that when run through the walkie-talkie, it sounds like distant Pig Latin. When the names align, the teacher/sub takes the child by the hand and delivers him/her to the appropriate car, opens the door, removes the backpack, buckles the kid into the car seat, then closes the door. When it was my turn, I stuffed my first child into the empty, inviting bucket seat right next to his mother. She looked at me with that Mom Squint that says “You don’t do this regularly, do you?” I proudly rejoined the other teachers, who were hooting and laughing about how I was supposed to put the child in the back seat, not the front. Of course. I knew that. As I quickly learned, one short afternoon of preparation is a laughable amount of time to devote to this task – to say nothing of Car Loop Duty in high heels! On Friday, as instructed, I arrived at 7:00 AM, dressed appropriately for PreK success, parked where I was told and went to my classroom to wait for the arrival of my 21 cherubic PreKindergarten students-for-a-day. Nobody told me how smart they are! Within minutes, every child in the room had my number and it was zero. From 7:35 AM until the last little kid was tucked into their mom’s SUV, they played me like a ukulele. When Recess Time came, I asked a solemn leader-type kid where we were supposed to go. Without a blink, he said “Trike Path.” Well. First, it’s to the little cart with the hats – trike helmets with a pointy back end and hopelessly tangled chin straps. Each child gets one and it must be fastened firmly without choking. Not easy. Everybody also has a favorite hat – and it’s always the one on the bottom. Then, out to the storage shed to get the trikes. That involves a 21-kid parade trip to Assistant Principal Mrs. Owen to get the key. Smart Mrs. Owen went back to the shed with me. I’m not trustworthy with The Key. I am almost crying with gratitude that she is there to help sort out the two-seaters, one-seaters and who gets what. After what seems like the blink of an eye, all the sweet and smart children are gone and my PreK Day is over. They have read, they counted, they planned, they organized. The amount of growth that takes place every day is phenomenal. While my mentor Mrs. Coleman is very special, she is just one of a whole building full of exceptional educators. How lucky their students are! Thank you, Crockett ECC, for a wonderful day. My First Grade Day at Austin Well, it’s happened again. I got a grand opportunity to spend a whole day on campus as a teacher-in-disguise. This time, I was chosen to be the substitute for Megan Clark, first grade teacher at Austin Elementary. Of course, after my stints at Bowie and Crockett, I’m now an

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