My Week Of VBS (Life in the kindergarten class)

VBS 2015 Kindergarten Class

The following stories may or may not be gross, funny, true, exaggerated to increase entertainment, or a dramatic interpretation of what was in fact reality. I worked with five and six-year-olds for a week. Need I say more?

VBS stands for Vacation Bible School. Children come to church every day to play games, learn about Christ’s love, make crafts, sing songs, and have a great time.

VBS teachers and helpers are there to reign in the chaos and survive. VBS, to church volunteers, is survival of the fittest. It is eat or be eaten. Dog eat dog. Glitter in your hair or down your shirt. It is the Hunger Games of church activities.

You may have guessed already that I worked in the kindergarten class.

CHEA Convention 2015 — Day #2 “I Get Lost”

CHEA day #2 I get lost Christian Home Educators Association

Today, I got lost. I was looking for a session called “Preschool Meets Real Life”. I teach kindergarten at church, and I’m always interested in the new tips and tricks and games moms have discovered. And I got lost.

I’m an intelligent human being with an excellent sense of direction. I have never ever been lost.

The map visual described my desired location as the building next door to the Pasadena Convention Center. I saw it through the glass windows. It was right there. Piece of cake.

I just needed to find a way in.

BLOGMAS Day #17 — Kindergarten Teacher’s How Not To. .

Tonight was the last night of the year for my Wednesday kindergarten class.

And we had a party.

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I’m A Kindergarten Teacher

One of the wonders that came with turning eighteen was that I was finally able to teach  Sunday school at church. No more “Leader In Training” or being a “Helper,” I could finally call the shots… And ask other people to take the kids to the bathroom while I told the story.

I think it’s the writer in me. I love telling the story. I teach kindergarten and sometimes first through third grade, and to see their expressions as I tell them how Elijah “was swooped up in a chariot of fire,” while I proceed to run circles around the room with my arms stretched out, “WHOOOOSH!” is priceless.

Or how their eyes get all big and they start to gasp sporadically when I tell them how “bad men were waiting.” GASP! “To steal his backpack and lunch.” GASP-GASP! “And beat him up!” NO! During the story of The Good Samaritan.

I love it.